Outside of work there is a car park which is run by a man I've always found quite unfriendly. He can be quite terse when allocating spaces, and for that reason I've never really taken to him.
That was until yesterday, when he decided to park all the grey(ish) cars in one row.
It's not a big statement. But it is a statement. And possibly a cry for help.
I'll keep an eye on it, but for now - good morning.
Visiting the local gallery for a smoke on some cultural crack.
For popping back to the parent's, to see Dad wearing an amusingly large shirt, for which no adequate explanation was given.
For visiting that place me and oldest mate used to sit after school. Where we'd would relax after a hard day at school, stretch out our legs, and doze in the sun. Sometimes we'd even unwrap a Curly Wurly and reflect on life to date.
And of course weekends are often for work these days. But the annoyance of this was pleasantly displaced today by the presence of two good friends who are helping out on some secret stuff.
See you on the otherside, people.
I pass under this sign every day on my way to and from work, but I only noticed it for the first time tonight.
Dull, but true.
Apologies for the lack of blogging, but I've still got a mice problem in this blog. And what's more - they've started dancing. The council are now saying they'll have the music turned down by Friday, and the blog working well by the weekend.
Sorry for inconvenience, and have a mice day (see what I did there).
Not only is he just hanging out in a coffee shop in the middle of the afternoon, having an easy one, rather than stressing about the ups and downs of everyday life. But he's also a reader, a man of books, a lover of imagination and knowledge. And best of all, he's not someone to deny a wave of tiredness the chance to wash over him, he doesn't fight it, nope, he goes with it and gets his head down for forty winks as required. Even if it is the middle of the day, and he's sitting with strangers.
Nice sleeping in public action, student-looking man, Life in the middle (or whatever it's called) salutes you.
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