I get really stressed when I am late, as I was last night to watch Manchester City in the Champions League. Everything conspired against us; upturned trucks, terrible sat nav, picking the wrong car park. We were only five minutes late but for me it felt as though the world had ended. Obviously John Cleese’s Clockwise is my favourite film!!
I really hate to be late
For an important date
When it has to be eight
I simply won’t wait
To set off early no debate
To arrive on time that is fine
Ten minutes early that’s divine
Five minutes late now that’s a crime
I know this issue is simply all mine
I have a thing about being on time.