Had to cover my delicates last night, there was a warning of ground frost and if correct, my sweetpeas would have bought it. I used the Daily Mail to shield them from Mother Nature's wrath. It is probably the only good that vile paper has done for a very long time.
Came to work this morning and was put in a dreadful position. Someone who is not normally prone to a lot of makeup is suddenly covered in the stuff, head to toe in slap. A little too much glamour for the workplace. Is she off out dancing in her lunchbreak? What do you do? I always feel very uneasy in these situations. It's like when someone sports a completely different hairstyle and life is supposed to 'carry on'. Do you mention it? Or do you ignore it? I intend to stay out of her way for the rest of the day. My time at work is bad enough to have to put up with more upset.
Had a phone call from a woman last night called Ruth. I don't know anyone called Ruth.
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