weird one
today was full of contradictions. erring toward the nasty I guess.
Missed the train this morning so just relaxed and waited. train turned up a minute early. Got to the next station and across the field I could see a woman running, a minute passed and she got closer, and she kept running, didn't give up and the train waited for her.
Got into Glasgow and as I came out of the station a homeless man was sitting on the ground near the lights, a large woman crossed the road and knelt down besides him and gave him a coffee, and then some money. A few streets up, a guy got his tools out of his tatty mondeo, leaving he remembered something, and turned around to put the disabled parking card in the window...
Heading to a lunchtime meeting, a woman in a red dress walked in front. Black stiletto with metal heels. her legs were terribly bruised. made me sad. saw her again on the way back to the office, she seemed to still be walking the same direction.
Made progress at work. which is nice. headed home early, picked up tickets for nitzer ebb. Regreted a bit not going to see Assemblage 23, but I really couldn't handle the support band.
made some nice chicken stuff with onions, sun dried tomato, chilli peppers, basil and some jam.
badger made the pancakes and the G&Ts. All were perfect.
Whilst I was doing the dishes I could hear the television making some god awful din. throw away crap. I thought it was some really badly scored episode of Heartbeat, the chirpy '60s police drama scored by imbiciles. turned out it was the brit awards. oh dear.
Missed the train this morning so just relaxed and waited. train turned up a minute early. Got to the next station and across the field I could see a woman running, a minute passed and she got closer, and she kept running, didn't give up and the train waited for her.
Got into Glasgow and as I came out of the station a homeless man was sitting on the ground near the lights, a large woman crossed the road and knelt down besides him and gave him a coffee, and then some money. A few streets up, a guy got his tools out of his tatty mondeo, leaving he remembered something, and turned around to put the disabled parking card in the window...
Heading to a lunchtime meeting, a woman in a red dress walked in front. Black stiletto with metal heels. her legs were terribly bruised. made me sad. saw her again on the way back to the office, she seemed to still be walking the same direction.
Made progress at work. which is nice. headed home early, picked up tickets for nitzer ebb. Regreted a bit not going to see Assemblage 23, but I really couldn't handle the support band.
made some nice chicken stuff with onions, sun dried tomato, chilli peppers, basil and some jam.
badger made the pancakes and the G&Ts. All were perfect.
Whilst I was doing the dishes I could hear the television making some god awful din. throw away crap. I thought it was some really badly scored episode of Heartbeat, the chirpy '60s police drama scored by imbiciles. turned out it was the brit awards. oh dear.
posted by Panic Stricken at 8:51 pm
2 Comments:
Sounds like the Brit Awards may have been the low point of your busy day.
I was on the recieving end of a random act of kindness this morning. I went for a coffee, and one of the lecturers was in front of me in the queue. He ordered his coffee, and when the girl serving asked what I was having I replied "A mocha". The lecturer said "Make it large, and I'll pay".
No strings, he didn't want a favour, just randomly bought me coffee. Made my morning.
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