Moans (and not the right kind of moans)

I have been laid off at the florist today. It seems the snow has caused havoc on the blooms (getting them into the shop perhaps?) and I am
not
needed.


BUT


it's all OK as I have a list the length of a rainbow (you can throw up in this hat) and a lot of people and places to *do* and *see* (people to *do*? It sounds like sex or murder).

I'm fooling myself.
I was so looking forward to getting my hands wet and cold and bleeding today. It's not all roses being a florist. O no.
It's all back ache and smelly, freezing water and heavy troughs and cutting into my fingers by accident constantly.
I love it.
(I really do).

The rain came this morning to shoo away the snow remains.  Tidal slush from my bedroom window, and I'm going to be able to walk in heels again soon (darn. I was loving the excuse for huge puffy boots, holes included).
At least my ankles will get a look in.

Yesterday I found the perfect office chair in the street on the way to taking more unwanted possessions to the charity shop. The day before I had been looking online for one- and then-there it was...I kind of half dragged it/carried it home. It became a sled towards the end. My arms gave up.
I am sitting on it now.
I'm looking for a fabric to cover it with. It's currently been draped in a Liberty print, but it's not thick enough- though loving the look of it.

WHAT NEWS!

I need to get out today. Read something. Finish my book (The Victorian Chaise-Longue by Marghanita Laski).
Seeing the red ship on Sunday (more about this later) and hoping it might be *brilliant*.
Gym trip. Bills. Boringboring.
Port Meadow? University Parks?
Since giving up coffee and takeaway tea there has been a lack of excuses to just sit around in parks drinking hot drinks.
I lost my flask.
Woe and agony.

The snow is drying out,
work is drying up.
It's time to leave this
lovely, stagnant city.

Things I am currently sneering at-
*Those adverts that make women look like they would do anything for a bar of shitty, cheap chocolate...as if nothing at all matters- like we are a whole species of groping, desperate cheap chocolate eating crazies.
I'll admit to having a bit of a dark chocolate moment now and again...but my GOD...come ON!
We have a bit more going on than THAT.

*Also...those adverts in which women get *really* excited about AIR FRESHENERS!?
What's all that about?
Yeah.
No one likes bad smells.
...but really?

*Men who adjust themselves in public (still...)

*Snow slush. It looks so beautiful, and then it looks...terribly uninspiring. All of a sudden people start to let their dogs loot the pavements again. Oh, yes, I agree, the snow is far too pretty to let your dog poo on it, but why O why is it now, all of a sudden OK to let Piggles and popsi squirt the sidewalk hmm?    The slush looks sad. And then it looks sadder. And brown.

*Washing up. Starting to get on my nerves.
Helps to have hot water. I have YET to hear from my boiler man.
Right. That reminds me. I must find out where he's hiding.

*Taking all the crap you bought (that you did not need) to the shop you bought it from and then realising they had some completely made up, fanciful returns policy, which now means, NO, you cannot have your money back- yes, you are a loser, and yes, we HATE you, serves you right for buying that faux donkey hair back-back in the first place.

(Don't worry. I would *never*).

*Blunt scissors

*My mobile phone. Waiting for it to ring or not to ring and basically wanting to chuck it in the slush.

*Not being able to sing like Joni Mitchell. Ever.

*Quite breath taking kisses from men you really did not wish you liked.

phew.
I think that's it for today.

Sweatpants on
and a porkpie lunch.

 

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