Today has not been a good day. All the trains to work were cancelled so I had to get a bus miles away and then get a train. I was an hour late for work, this was totally acceptable however and a Hitler wannabe didn't make me do any star jumps outside. I went to look round a house to find that all the housemates were really weird (the one who showed me round kept telling me about his operations and then just walked into other peoples bedrooms) and the house was packed full of junk and smelt funny. On the way home, which is the repeat of this mornings stupid trip, I paid with my oyster card totally forgetting I had bought a ticket this morning! And I am starving and it's Sunday so I can't go to a supermarket an buy food.
It's not like this in Meribel. First of all public transport is regular, predictable and free. And the routes never change. And I didn't even have to use it to get to work, I walked! It took fifteen minutes.
Secondly I didn't have to worry about finding my own accommodation. Someone else did it. And it was lovely, the people I shared with weren't that weird and they didn't talk to strangers about their operations (though the child care manager had once had a really gross operation on his eye but he waited a while before telling us about it). The house didn't smell musty and although we had a few unusual kitchen utensils and enough plates for 25 people it wasn't full of crap.
Thirdly on a Sunday evening I could get food from work. Easy.
So I'm still on my mammoth commute home so wish me luck that I get home before midnight. At least I have two days off in a row now.
Bugger it Im getting a takeaway.
Post script
After I got off the bus I walked past a tesco's express. Oooh I thought, I will pop in there, have a look round, see if anything takes my fancy. The only thing that took my fancy was a lovely looking lemon tart. So I bought it, and some milk and some diet coke and decided to revert back to my initial plan of getting a take away. I walked to the take away. And it was closed. As the despair flooded through my body I realised exactly why I fancied chefs. For moments like these when I wanted nice food and just couldn't face cooking anything. Not that LiF cooked anything. He just kind of chopped things. Once when we were in the flirting section of our interactions he told me that in his old hotel he had been responsible for about 50% of the cooking. I pretended to believe him.
Anyway I decided to walk to find a take away. I walked and walked and one eventually appeared. And it was open. I moaned so much about my day to the woman behind the counter that she gave me free prawn crackers. I ate the Chinese in bed. It was immensely satisfying.
Watching doctor who while eating Lemon cheesecake, I needed this moment. Some people might say there are reasons why I am single.
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