The most ordinary day can be transformed by the smallest event.
When the trawl through the usual routine is blessed with a moment of unexpected circumstance it can seem like such a breath of fresh air. It changes your mood and it lifts you.
It's great when it happens, and thank goodness that once in a while it does.
Most of my day today passed by just like any other.
It was a work day, and I had plenty to do.
My boss was in the building. She was there to give me my quarterly performance review. I also had new members of staff arriving for their first shift. They expected training. I also had the usual checklists of mundane tasks to run through.
Didn't break for lunch til half past two.
The next thirty minutes were spent in the nearby pool. Swam 42 lengths and generally cleared my head.
The pool was quiet today. This is how I like it best. There's no danger of "lane rage".
My working day finished at five thirty.
I locked the shop and made to go home.
Opposite the shop there is a pub. It's a very old looking place with large oak beams on the outside. The beer's not particularly cheap but the atmousphere's good and many after work pint has been consumed at the bar.
I cross the road heading to a supermarket to buy some food.
As I pass the pub I look up and double take.
Upstairs there is a light on. By the window stands a very beautiful young woman. Obviously naked.
Not wishing to stare I break my gaze.
No good. Got to take another sneaky peak.
She is standing at a running tap pouring herself a glass of water. Oblivious to me or anyone else that may choose to glance up in her direction.
This is definately an unusual moment in an otherwise ordinary day.
It was just a glimpse, and was over in seconds. But etched on my mind is an image of confidence and liberation. A glorious snapshot that was at the same time funny, sexy and surreal. My work weary day has been affected for the better and it's all because of a small event involving a total unknown.
I drive home with a feeling of satisfaction but all the way I wonder........
"Am I some kind of pervert?!"
When the trawl through the usual routine is blessed with a moment of unexpected circumstance it can seem like such a breath of fresh air. It changes your mood and it lifts you.
It's great when it happens, and thank goodness that once in a while it does.
Most of my day today passed by just like any other.
It was a work day, and I had plenty to do.
My boss was in the building. She was there to give me my quarterly performance review. I also had new members of staff arriving for their first shift. They expected training. I also had the usual checklists of mundane tasks to run through.
Didn't break for lunch til half past two.
The next thirty minutes were spent in the nearby pool. Swam 42 lengths and generally cleared my head.
The pool was quiet today. This is how I like it best. There's no danger of "lane rage".
My working day finished at five thirty.
I locked the shop and made to go home.
Opposite the shop there is a pub. It's a very old looking place with large oak beams on the outside. The beer's not particularly cheap but the atmousphere's good and many after work pint has been consumed at the bar.
I cross the road heading to a supermarket to buy some food.
As I pass the pub I look up and double take.
Upstairs there is a light on. By the window stands a very beautiful young woman. Obviously naked.
Not wishing to stare I break my gaze.
No good. Got to take another sneaky peak.
She is standing at a running tap pouring herself a glass of water. Oblivious to me or anyone else that may choose to glance up in her direction.
This is definately an unusual moment in an otherwise ordinary day.
It was just a glimpse, and was over in seconds. But etched on my mind is an image of confidence and liberation. A glorious snapshot that was at the same time funny, sexy and surreal. My work weary day has been affected for the better and it's all because of a small event involving a total unknown.
I drive home with a feeling of satisfaction but all the way I wonder........
"Am I some kind of pervert?!"
Question: How's the curry in your town? One thing I miss about going abroad is getting pissed, then eating curry or fish.
Towns I got pissed & ate curry or fish in:
- London (too many times to list 1989, 1995, 2000, 2002, 2005)
- Sheffield (nice mall...good pubs...hate the hills! 2000)
- Bradford (I've never seen so much curry in my LIFE 2000)
- Leeds (after shopping @ IKEA w/ best friend from Barnsley...for 3 hours!!! 2000)
- Dover (on Teacher's Scotch after graduating high school 1989)
- Edinburgh (w/ my best friend from Barnsley - I know this isn't England 2000)
- Barnsley (that was one helluva time there! 2000)
- Derby (1st English "shag" & seeing Skunk Annansie- 1995)
- Nottingham (after seeing The Mission - 1995)
- Sunderland (after seeing Pop Will Eat Itself - 1995)
- Glascow (this town sucks! 2000)
- Perth (near a gas station 2000)
- Inverness (hot girls! 2000)
- Aberdeen (more hot girls! 2000)
I know there's others, but now my mind's swirling because a whole rush of memories are coming back...now I'm the one inspired mate!