Today has been a delightful Tuesday despite the weather. I have succeded in writing some form of first song/rap/spoken word poem (still undecided at what it quite is) for mine and my lovely friend Skye's new band the JaJa's which feature us and her friend Jennifer.
Today me and my friend Skye had a yummy salad from Sainsburys for our lunch. The big salad bowels are only £3 and you get to choose what you want to go in it. Yum. Then it continued to rain and got freezing cold down here at the front of the building so I tried to put the radiotor on behind me but it was having not of it. It's obviously still in denial that England will have some sort of summer and is unwilling to recognise that it is infact raining. Constantly. So when faffing around helplesslly I ask the cleaner for some help and it still does not want to work. So he offers me his coat. I kindly decline and say I have my own coat which is only too handy right now. He then continues to ask if I like chocolate. I say yes, why? And he says he is going to buy me some. Which he does. He swiftly returns after his shift with an extra large snickers bar. I feel a bit reluctant to eat it, after all you shouldn't take sweets from strangers! But then, what is it with this day in age that you can't accept any nice gestures without being over cautious or assessing all the risk factors etc etc etc. I don't eat all of it and share it with my friend Skye. We're both still alive and as perfectly concious and aware as we were before we indulged into the choclate from a kind gentleman helping a girl on a cold wintery afternoon in September.
Whilst the chocolate is on the desk a maintence man sees it. I tell him its from the cleaner and he says i should get in there. I say he is too old and he replies "well then I don't stand a chance" and continues to tell me how older people are so much more better because they are a lot more experienced and they can teach you a thing or two. I was laughing so much, it really brightened up my rainy day. It wasn't in a sleasy way it was in a funny way, hes maintence friend told him to stop flirting and move the desks.
Now all the food is gone and the people have so too. It's almost time to go home and prepare the house for the fam who are returning home from holidays. Wahooo!
Today me and my friend Skye had a yummy salad from Sainsburys for our lunch. The big salad bowels are only £3 and you get to choose what you want to go in it. Yum. Then it continued to rain and got freezing cold down here at the front of the building so I tried to put the radiotor on behind me but it was having not of it. It's obviously still in denial that England will have some sort of summer and is unwilling to recognise that it is infact raining. Constantly. So when faffing around helplesslly I ask the cleaner for some help and it still does not want to work. So he offers me his coat. I kindly decline and say I have my own coat which is only too handy right now. He then continues to ask if I like chocolate. I say yes, why? And he says he is going to buy me some. Which he does. He swiftly returns after his shift with an extra large snickers bar. I feel a bit reluctant to eat it, after all you shouldn't take sweets from strangers! But then, what is it with this day in age that you can't accept any nice gestures without being over cautious or assessing all the risk factors etc etc etc. I don't eat all of it and share it with my friend Skye. We're both still alive and as perfectly concious and aware as we were before we indulged into the choclate from a kind gentleman helping a girl on a cold wintery afternoon in September.
Whilst the chocolate is on the desk a maintence man sees it. I tell him its from the cleaner and he says i should get in there. I say he is too old and he replies "well then I don't stand a chance" and continues to tell me how older people are so much more better because they are a lot more experienced and they can teach you a thing or two. I was laughing so much, it really brightened up my rainy day. It wasn't in a sleasy way it was in a funny way, hes maintence friend told him to stop flirting and move the desks.
Oh but the maintence men did just return and invite me to Pret at 8am! With a cheeky wink. Haha!
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