Thought today was going to be pretty laid back. Man, was I wrong.
Went into work this morning, everything was fine. Had first day in the textiles department, nothing exciting happening. I was checking through 18th Century man waistcoats, if you must know. Thrilling.
Anyway, has been opressively sunny today and everyone seems far too happy. Went to eat my apple on the beach, but ended up sitting (all miserable-looking) in a weird bus-stop shack on the sea front. Very enjoyable though. Looking at the beautiful blue waters, clear skies and fat seagulls while being seperated from the rest of humanity by my little bus-stop-bubble. Didn't fancy being in the museum in the afternoon, so scrawled a little note and posted it through the front door. 'Sudden call', 'have to get back'. And then spotted, grinning like a loon in the sun at the prospect of getting home, by the woman I was meant to be working with. Whoops.
Got back home to find that I had not only missed the ParcelForce guys with my chocolate rabbit, but (oh, Fate, how you were cruel today) another package had been taken to the post collection place. And they were both on the opposite fucking sides of this goddamn town. Hour going off one way, to get back home and set off in the other bloody direction. But the worst bit was when I got there. The size of this parcel. Seriously, I thought my sister might have posted herself to me. So there I was, struggling all red and sweaty back home with a parcel twice the size of me, on the hottest day of the goddamn year. Joy of bloody joys. Got in to find one side of the rabbit had melted, and he is now a grotesque mutant chocolate puddle. I might as well have kicked the bloody thing home!
I think I momentarily hallucinated. I swear I almost walked into Ricky Gervais, closely followed by A's mother. It was weird.
