Today started before I did really. I'd cursed under my breath as my phone went off with a call and two text messages, people wanting my attention, people thinking of me and deciding they need to contact me. That's a pretty big deal really, I'd had an effect on 3 peoples lives, and all I was doing was lying face down in my own dribble whilst dreaming about being in compromising positions with the girl I saw at the bus stop last Thursday. Unfortunately, non of the messages were from her.
Then came the first challenge of the day. Well, the 2nd really, the first was going for a number two (that's slang for 'poo' kids) and having to apply a degree of concentration to make sure I finished the task completely with only the few sheets of toilet paper left. But you don't want to hear about that. So. The first challenge of the day was going to pop my wages in the bank, using one of those new fancy cash counting deposit machines that knows the difference between each note and is really just a couple of turtles inside a plastic box. Anyway. After spending time carefully budgeting how much I needed to put in the bank and how much I could keep for 'Funs Funds', I lobbed my wad (not a euphemism) into the machine and let it do its stuff. All fine and dandy apart from one pesky note that won't be accepted, must have been rude to a turtle or something. Try as a might it won't go in.
Now, I am aware that story isn't particularly interesting. But none the less, like most mundane things, it is important, as this now means I have £20 pounds, in cash, on my person, that I really shouldn't spend this week. This is going to effect every action I make for the whole week. Trying to ignore the fact it is there, trying not to think of new and exciting uses for it. Quite frankly it's going to be a blasted pain in the neck.
The sensible person would have dealt with it by seeking assistance, getting it changed, making sure some how it was given to the damn bank. But I am not a sensible person, and let's be honest, life is nothing without challenges. I shall report back how I got on.
Just now, on my way home from the shop (I bought a Mars Bar, 2 packets of Transform-A-Snack and some plain Seabrooks, I have eaten all but one pair of Transform-A-Snacks already, I may eat that as a reward when I finish this.) I saw a bunch of rotten roses trodden into the floor. I took a picture on my phone but bluetooth is not my friend today. I'm aware they probably just fell out of a bin when the Bin Men came... and by the way, you note how some feMales will complain when you say Police Man or Fire Man, yet nobody ever complains when you say Bin Man, odd I guess.. but anyway, I'm going to have some fun imagining how they might have ended up there anyway.
Obviously when I went for my second number two of the day, there was no toilet paper left.
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