Come back to me, you divine beast
The 11th of August to be exact.
Which means – ignoring my 1.5 rides in October – Crumpet has been out of work for 9 months.
That’s 41 weeks.
That’s 286 days.
Honestly, it stopped even registering after about month 3. I held out a lot of hope that this would be a somewhat quick fix, but all I can say is I definitely didn’t anticipate it taking this long.
In my wildest dreams.
My wildest dreams look a lot more like this. They also include Scott Eastwood so Tay Tay was spot on here.
But here we are, and I am starting to get… nervous?
Honestly, I don’t know what I am feeling.
I do know that I miss him terribly.
Why so stressed so suddenly?
Well hopefully he will be cleared to be brought back into work on Monday, and all of a sudden it’s like…
Is this actually happening?
On a scale of one to even, I literally just can’t.
I want this so badly, but I am too scared to hope.