hail me down

I love enjoyable days.

Days that aren’t markedly amazing but then, aren’t bad either. They are content-filled days, with company and amusement and food for all.

This morning I woke up with a scratchy throat and a barring-on-oily fringe. (Honey tea fixed the first, a well-placed bobby pin the second). At work, I donned a very large yellow raincoat. Paddington reincarnate. And then I walked around in the rain, with my slightly leaky shoes. But, then, I retreated to me sometimes-comfortable office chair and sat on it for many hours, and sold lots of people lots of movie tickets. My shift was punctuated by extended drinks-breaks, word-scramble discussion sessions and a lunch break. (I ate tuna)

I always feel a bit sheepish eating tuna in a shopping centre (/anywhere that isn’t my home), because so many people seem to hate it. The way people look at me, you’d think I was eating cat food. Not even.

I’m tired; it’s time of the night (if you’re a 75 year old woman) when my eyelids feel droopy (# that scene in tom and jerry where tom has to prop up his eyelids with matchsticks) and things seem a bit fuzzy at the edges. The allure of more dried apricots is strong, but not strong enough to pull me from my room.

Bed and a nice trashy novel; they beckon.