IT WAS A DAY OF ILL OMEN FROM THE START.
I woke up and did my morning routine, showered and got dressed and got on the train to work. I happened to catch sight of myself in the reflection of a train window and realised hey, I look like someone mugged me, or I just rolled out of bed.
Turned out I didn't brush my hair after towelling it off, which wouldn't be a big deal except my hair tends to set however it was when it dried, so I went through the day looking vaguely as if someone had shocked me. HI, I'M SAM, AND THIS IS MY SURPRISED HAIR.
I spent most of the morning researching a woman who turned out not to exist, but in order to prove she didn't exist I had to dig up some super-obscure links, so while trying to avoid writing a research report on someone who ISN'T REAL I ended up researching her thoroughly anyway.
I'm pretty sure most of you are real.
My poor boss spilled bean soup all over the inside of her purse. Why was she carrying bean soup in her purse? I didn't dare inquire.
Finally I got off the train to come home and stepped into a torrential downpour, which gave me one of my few smiles of the day, because it was sunny out while it was raining. Mum taught me that when the sun shines while it's raining, it's a monkey's birthday; Gran taught me the much more horrible version when one sunny afternoon in Half Moon Bay it rained and she looked outside and said, "Ohhhhh, the devil is beating his wife!"
Sunny rain always makes me think of Gran and grin. I'm told I get my subversive streak from her.
Otherwise this day is a total loss. I'm going to eat crackers and sulk.
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