Woke up at 7.38am despite the opportunity to lie in til 8.15 (flexi hr day at work)... somebody in the night clearly ripped me out of bed, threw me downstairs, made me run on a treadmill for an hour and punched me in the mouth. So as per usual woke up feeling like a bloody superstar with a burning cold sore - feel long hot shower is the only solution, did not
count on trip hazard in form of stupid cat rolling around in the hallway. Takes 20 minutes to dry my hair due to arm aching and coffee has gone cold in the mean time... definitely getting the bus and not walking today.
count on trip hazard in form of stupid cat rolling around in the hallway. Takes 20 minutes to dry my hair due to arm aching and coffee has gone cold in the mean time... definitely getting the bus and not walking today.
Shovel down porridge and banana, reheat coffee and gag as I take usual round of medication... feel better in the fresh air walking to the bus stop, glare at mardy bus driver who looks like Shrek but has nothing resembling the characters sunny disposition, bus looks like it'll get in early - very pleased as can nip into Boot's instead of going out on my break, that is until the bus driver pulls in, hops out and disappears for 5 mins to go for a pee. End up spending 10 minutes of my break in Boot's queuing for mouthwash and cold sore patches.
Work insanely busy, attempt blog but it's a load of shite so scrap it... give out lots of balloons, smile at lots of kids, very cute heart warming moment from a regular customers little girl 'tankoo cware for my boon' (nearly cry). Strawberry frappacino spilt all over the floor resembling a bad accident with a carving knife - manage to coordinate a massive clean up operation using centre feed roll (that papery stuff you dry your hands on in pub loos) whilst 3 year olds continue to run through it and leave teeny red elf footprints around the shop, decide to bring out the big guns and get the mop and wet floor warning sign. Reassured the embarrassed parents it was fine by saying things like "oooh don't worry, we've had much worse on the floor in here" (we have).
Leave work, get on the bus with less grumpy driver but still severely lacking in communication skills. Text the besties and see if they are alright as I feel guilty for being a crap tired friend with Lupus who never has any energy to do anything, all whilst deciding that I'm not cooking dinner and I'm ordering chinese. Get home and put on tracky bottoms and hoody (look like 31 year thug) get chased up the stairs by the mental cat who is glad someone has broken her solitude and paid attention to her.
Make lovely cup of herbal tea and leave to cool whilst order dinner, completely forget about herbal tea until SuperMark comes home 40 mins later and asks why there is a 'murky cup of tea like stuff on the side'. Currently awaiting and food sat with SuperMark who is also wearing tracksuit bottoms and a batman t-shirt. We look like 'The Twits'. But I love him. The end.
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