My Father gave me vouchers for Christmas, which was very kind of him, to spend on what I wanted. I needed a new coat as the one I had sadly has worn out, its life with me was coming to an end. How was I now going to dispose of this coat that had been on so many different adventures together with me. This was no singing in the rain moment, wearing my trustee trench coat sadly, this was goodbye, so tissues were at the ready. I couldn’t look at it anymore and tried looking away as I put it on.
The zip fastener was now not allowing me to escape once done up but allowed me to do it up. The coat……. it laughed in that eccentric tone, as it knew what was coming once, I tried to undo it. My coat had smelt new coats that others in the family had purchased and had been placed next to at family gatherings, discussed life and what was occurring in the lives of those that they had escorted.
I was now being abused by own faithful coat, you could not escape, and looked like a monkey at the zoo trying to unzip it. The more frustrated I got with the zip the more it chuckled at me even louder.
So, at the end of the January sales I headed to the store with my lovely wife as my advisor (No this was not a NATO summit, where she would be guiding my every movement, ensuring that I didn’t embarrass myself!) and more importantly would the new coat be allowed past the Passport Controller!!!, at home.
We found one that was just in my size and headed to checkout to pay using my gift card, along the way my wife and I exchanged a few choice words, then she said.
“I’m never going shopping with you ever again”
This NATO advisor had said this in front of a gentleman who was standing nearby, as my wife passed him by marching at full speed up the central aisle, back to the car in front of me, he said to her.
“Is that a Promise”.
I didn’t know whether to give him a big hug, high five him or send him a cheque in the post!!!
My old coat that I had worn to the shop was now notifying me, this is what materialises if you replace me! You have been warned!
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