Went out to get some money to pay the cleaner – no double socks, no hat, no scarf, no gloves, no teeth brushed, no hair combed, glasses warts and all. In fact I roll out of bed just as the cleaner was about to leave and ran out to get her the money.
The ex is out of town and as usual I ended up not going to bed until 4. No reason. Kept falling asleep in the living room but still didn’t go to bed. I miss the ex already. Also I have no spare set of keys, so if I happen to get locked out of the flat…..oh.em.ji.
So there’s this constant worry in the back of my mind, of getting locked out. What would I do? What would happen? Where would I stay? I don’t have any numbers to call! Just thinking about it makes me feel stressed.
So I step out of the flat and it’s raging blizzard! I can barely see, my glasses are covered in minutes in giant snow flakes that soon melt and unfortunately I don’t have any comedy mini windscreen wipers, which right now would be quite handy.
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But who cares about that! Here are some photos I just took with numb fingers and snow blinded eyes!
Now if I was a real photographer I’d trudge off to some park and take proper photos. But I think I will just go make some tea instead.
I’m supposed to go out and do some shopping (mostly cheese and chocolates for the folks for when I go home) but now I’m disinclined to leave the warmth of the radiator. Always a bad start to any would-be productive day.