News flash! It rains in England!
Phil scratches at his chin. "Stupid itches."
"Bugs get to you?" I ask from the till. The shop's dead because nobody's keen to go out in the rain when they haven't got their winter clothes out of the closet yet. Ali is sitting on top of the oven to warm up from getting stuff out of the big freezer and Phil is sitting on a teetering stack of the Daily Telegraph.
"Nah, I'm growing a winter beard." He runs his hand over the quite long stubble on his chin and neck.
I raise my eyebrows. "Oh, why?"
"Can't have it for summer, too sweaty, but need it for winter. Keep my face warm."
"Hehe, you're growing your winter coat." I chuckle.
"I wish I had a winter beard to keep my face warm." says Ali.
Ali is petite, brown haired and very very girly. She's also, due to exposure to the substance that makes everyone where I work fruit-loopy, a bit of a cloud-cuckoo-lander.
Phil and I both stared at her for a while. "What."
"No but, wouldn't it be great if we all had beards?" she chirped, miming a massive beard around her face, twirling an imaginary mustache. "And then it wouldn't be weird."
"No." I say. "No, I'm fairly certain that's still weird."
We argued about this for hours. We have parted ways agreeing to disagree. Phil and I have made a pact to wear massive fake beards on Halloween.
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It is absolutely tipping it down outside and I got very wet coming home because I was a stupid bint and wore my summer shoes. They are very un-waterproof and now my feet are wet and cold, but it's okay because I have the extra blanket on my duvet and Kumajiro sitting on my feet.
Please don't ask why I have a life-sized baby polar bear plushie.
That story is long and involves the shattering of childhood illusions of Santa being real.
My pirate hat for Iggy came today! I already have the feathers from Hobbycraft so it's going to look awesomesauce when I get around to attaching them properly.
I was looking at the miserable golfers on the front of the papers at work, standing under brollies because it's raining in Wales. All I can say to that is that they're morons for holding an outdoor event in the rainiest country that doesn't have a rainforest. It's Wales. It is always raining in Wales.
The world is full of silly people and I get to watch them on TV.
"Bugs get to you?" I ask from the till. The shop's dead because nobody's keen to go out in the rain when they haven't got their winter clothes out of the closet yet. Ali is sitting on top of the oven to warm up from getting stuff out of the big freezer and Phil is sitting on a teetering stack of the Daily Telegraph.
"Nah, I'm growing a winter beard." He runs his hand over the quite long stubble on his chin and neck.
I raise my eyebrows. "Oh, why?"
"Can't have it for summer, too sweaty, but need it for winter. Keep my face warm."
"Hehe, you're growing your winter coat." I chuckle.
"I wish I had a winter beard to keep my face warm." says Ali.
Ali is petite, brown haired and very very girly. She's also, due to exposure to the substance that makes everyone where I work fruit-loopy, a bit of a cloud-cuckoo-lander.
Phil and I both stared at her for a while. "What."
"No but, wouldn't it be great if we all had beards?" she chirped, miming a massive beard around her face, twirling an imaginary mustache. "And then it wouldn't be weird."
"No." I say. "No, I'm fairly certain that's still weird."
We argued about this for hours. We have parted ways agreeing to disagree. Phil and I have made a pact to wear massive fake beards on Halloween.
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It is absolutely tipping it down outside and I got very wet coming home because I was a stupid bint and wore my summer shoes. They are very un-waterproof and now my feet are wet and cold, but it's okay because I have the extra blanket on my duvet and Kumajiro sitting on my feet.
Please don't ask why I have a life-sized baby polar bear plushie.
That story is long and involves the shattering of childhood illusions of Santa being real.
My pirate hat for Iggy came today! I already have the feathers from Hobbycraft so it's going to look awesomesauce when I get around to attaching them properly.
I was looking at the miserable golfers on the front of the papers at work, standing under brollies because it's raining in Wales. All I can say to that is that they're morons for holding an outdoor event in the rainiest country that doesn't have a rainforest. It's Wales. It is always raining in Wales.
The world is full of silly people and I get to watch them on TV.