Well now, that was an absolute shit of a day. Stroppy emails from all quarters, complaining phonecalls, a hell of a hangover, tedious meetings and blatant mistrust of my capabilities. Added to this is the stress of finding a new person for my room in the flat and all the other stuff that goes along with my impending move. Fun, fun, fun…
Come 8.30pm I’m finally on my way home and it all just gets too much, I’m looking for any excuse to break down and have a bloody decent cry. I’m 2.5 pints down and only partly tipsy when I walk into a shop to purchase a litre and a half of water. The man at the counter is chatting with a woman in a language I don’t understand. I approach the counter expecting to be ignored by the two of them, as I arrive the coolness of this evening causes a shiver to cross my body. The man behind the counter notices and breaks off his conversation to place his hand a leather jacket on a shelf behind him and say “would you like my coat?”. This simple quip surpises me and I reflect that perhaps life isn’t so bad after all and reply “s’all right I’ll be home soon”. The 187 arrives after a 2 minute wait and 5 minutes later I am deposited on my street.
One hour later I’m curled up in bed, leccy blanket on, big bottle of water by my side, cathartic blog post in progress and soon a soothing sleep.
Good Night and Good Luck….
