Mood: Tired, sing-y mood. (When I start singing with abandon it means I’m ready for bed.)
Listening: Wardruna/ Welcome to Night Vale
Reading: Shakespeare and his Dramatic Acts
Watching: Billy and Mandy
Playing: Kingdom Rush
Eating: A shit tonne of McDonald’s
Drinking: Lemon & Ginger tea
I had an interesting albeit one sided conversation with a woman who had every illness in the world. It started off with just general bus queries because we were waiting for the same bus. Then she told me she walked from Hardcastle to Chorlton bus station.
Then she decided that that was an opening for her to tell me her life story. She was born with cerebral palsy on her left side, had cancer, damaged bowel from the chemo (5 biopsies), some sort of chest situation her GP ignored and she ended up hospitalised (could have died), as to have one of those thick treads on her left shoes. She’s basically a 52 year old pre-serum Steve Rogers at this point.
With each sentence she stepped closer and closer to me. She spat in my eye a couple times while she was talking to me. She was talking about how she hates the NHS and what not. I couldn’t give 10 rats arses whether you hate free healthcare or not. The police are bullshitters too apparently. I still don’t care. I mean they didn’t do much when someone tried to burn me and my friend in our house…twice in one week.
After her health issues, she started a new chapter. She was going on about how she was cut in the face by one of her *black family members, who’s 47 and still lives with his mum and is a crackhead. He’s broken into her home just to smash her telly in a massive man-child tantrum because he was denied £20. He did this after he got the money. He’s assaulted her several times and everything he’s done is on file. She went to court for the face cutting (he did it because his dad died or something) and was told she’s a liar. She reckons he gets away with it all because he’s a grass.
*She kept saying “Nowt on you though, love coz my grandkids are half-cast”. Pretty much an “I’m not being racist because I have blacks in my family”. Bitch, I don’t care. I wasn’t even thinking you were racist until you said that. Well, I don’t think you’re racist but I do think you’re a bit of a dick, now. I was sympathising with you but repeating that phrase at me to placate my black woman rage, just kept losing you points with me. There was no rage, nothing she said was offensive. She just annoyed me by trying no to offend my by saying that. Stop that shit.
Finally the bus arrived and luckily twas a service I couldn’t use so I bailed onto the 86 to town. I had me a nice quiet bus ride home without a constant barrage of a poor man’s ‘This If Your Life’.
I hope my life gets more interesting soon, so I can write more. This isn’t quite to Nobo story standards but my life tried hehehe. Nobo’s life has set the bar high. Jeez.
I was in town doing a bit of after work shopping and I decided to pick up some bread in Aldi. I got my 45p wholemeal and headed towards the freezers for something extra.
At that moment I spotted the strudels, particularly the apple strudel and I ended up staring at it with a small smile on my face remembering a fic I read months ago, last year.
I was stood in the middle of Aldi, spaced out while staring at apple strudel in a freezer with indecent images in my head. I was stood there for a good 5 minutes and I contemplated buying the strudel and all!
Obviously the scene that involved the strudel was quite early on before there was any kissing nevermind any boning but my mind was bombarding me with happy and sexy memories of that certain fic with these certain gentlemen, you may know who I mean if you recognise the strudel scene.
Oh how that fic was well written and it ended in a beautiful way. I’m even smiling while I type this on the bus home hehehe. Props to the author for being able to disrupt my life briefly with their story and skill.
Try and guess which fic I’m talking about, should be easy enough ;)