When all you're ever doing is QUEUING

摘要

I HAVE no difficulty taking life as it comes, thinking kind thoughts when I'm home or wandering in the paddock behind a flock of woolly sheep. But I tend to become vexed when I find myself in the wrong queue. In wrong-queuing I seem to be an expert. It always happens when time is short, the parking metre is running out and the Wonderchild needs to go to thetoilet.