Jessie's Efforts
"This week I are been mostly diggin' 'oles." That's what happens when you get sunny spells, your back doesn't hurt, your balance is behaving and the garden is full of dandelions.
It looks like mutant moles have been round - digging down instead of up.
Managed to avoid most of the election kerfuffle. Hooray! Did my bit and voted, though. What other developments? Oh, yes - the main one that's caught the attention from my last list is:
Turns out Bandit had an interview too, so he had to drop me off on his way. Which meant I then had to occupy myself for fifty minutes. Nice day, but somewhat blustery, so shelter seemed called for.
Somewhat overdressed in suit and stuff, I meandered around the public library for a while, then headed for the shops. I didn't feel much better in Poundland, so I made my way over to the Alexon Sale Shop instead. (It was that or Poundstretcher, half a dozen charity shops or the pub. The thought of alcohol was tempting, but I know that pub and it's best avoided).
The Alexon Shop was full of old ladies, but at least they were smartly dressed old ladies so I felt a bit less conspicuous. The shop assistants kept glaring at me, though. They probably knew that I wasn't wearing an Alexon suit.
At ten to eleven, I made my way over to the interview place. Luckily, I already knew where it was because the map they'd sent me looked more like a tabloid photo of Jesus's face in a tomato than a set of directions.
So I walked jauntily up the the gleaming glass doors with the massive 'ENTRANCE' sign above them. Luckily, I was a teensy bit wary - which isn't like me. I normally just blunder in, smiling optimistically. But I know what this town's like....
Sure enough, somewhere below the massive 'ENTRANCE' sign there was a smaller sign: 'This is not DeeperInDebt. They are round the corner to your left.'
So I went around the corner to my left. Nothing. Nothing that resembled DeeperInDebt Finance, anyway. There was a doorway with a big metal grille thing that made it look like a goods delivery entrance, but... So I went round another corner. Nothing there but cars and fire escapes.
So go back around the corner to the deep, dark entranceway with the metal grille thing above it and peep in through the smoked glass. There are stairs in there and photos and what looks like a notice board. But no door handle. No nothing. Then I spot 2 silver buttons tucked away at the right hand side of the frame and ...
Aaargh! Look how long it's taken to get this far! And now I have to get ready for my reflexology session. Sorry.
To be continued....
It looks like mutant moles have been round - digging down instead of up.
Managed to avoid most of the election kerfuffle. Hooray! Did my bit and voted, though. What other developments? Oh, yes - the main one that's caught the attention from my last list is:
Turns out Bandit had an interview too, so he had to drop me off on his way. Which meant I then had to occupy myself for fifty minutes. Nice day, but somewhat blustery, so shelter seemed called for.
Somewhat overdressed in suit and stuff, I meandered around the public library for a while, then headed for the shops. I didn't feel much better in Poundland, so I made my way over to the Alexon Sale Shop instead. (It was that or Poundstretcher, half a dozen charity shops or the pub. The thought of alcohol was tempting, but I know that pub and it's best avoided).
The Alexon Shop was full of old ladies, but at least they were smartly dressed old ladies so I felt a bit less conspicuous. The shop assistants kept glaring at me, though. They probably knew that I wasn't wearing an Alexon suit.
At ten to eleven, I made my way over to the interview place. Luckily, I already knew where it was because the map they'd sent me looked more like a tabloid photo of Jesus's face in a tomato than a set of directions.
So I walked jauntily up the the gleaming glass doors with the massive 'ENTRANCE' sign above them. Luckily, I was a teensy bit wary - which isn't like me. I normally just blunder in, smiling optimistically. But I know what this town's like....
Sure enough, somewhere below the massive 'ENTRANCE' sign there was a smaller sign: 'This is not DeeperInDebt. They are round the corner to your left.'
So I went around the corner to my left. Nothing. Nothing that resembled DeeperInDebt Finance, anyway. There was a doorway with a big metal grille thing that made it look like a goods delivery entrance, but... So I went round another corner. Nothing there but cars and fire escapes.
So go back around the corner to the deep, dark entranceway with the metal grille thing above it and peep in through the smoked glass. There are stairs in there and photos and what looks like a notice board. But no door handle. No nothing. Then I spot 2 silver buttons tucked away at the right hand side of the frame and ...
Aaargh! Look how long it's taken to get this far! And now I have to get ready for my reflexology session. Sorry.
To be continued....