Plus ça change

I posted recently about the gossipy men in my apartment complex, and how they know everybody’s business. The other day I ran into one of them, and after our initial small talk he was very excited to tell me that one of the other guys in the group had picked up the MOT* paperwork for the car parked outside garage 6, which the owners had dropped, and that the car has an absolute ton of work outstanding in order to pass a retest.

I have a colleague named Arnold, and he’s just slightly the wrong age so that when somebody actually addressed him “Hey Arnold!” as he was joining a meeting, he didn’t get it.

Well, I think that’s quite enough Weather for me now.

I don’t travel from this station very often, but I’ve been here just enough to get a sinking feeling when I see my train is going from platform 14.

There is a tiny child, in this cafe, toddling around with a big smile on her face, and an uneven partial ponytail - what would be a half-up do on somebody with more hair, except the section in the hair tie is not only not central, but also short enough that it’s just standing straight up from her head.

I’ve taken a day’s leave in a city I often travel to for work so that I can do Tourist Stuff and see more than the three streets around the hotel and office.