Stranger in my second home.
This is strange, I’m in the boyfriend’s house and I’m the only one here. His mum and sister are away to London and he’s at work. I stayed last night since I’m off work today and decided to stay all day until he gets home.
I’ve been busy mind you. Washed our bedsheets, washed half his clothes that were lying about the floor. Thrown out 2 bin bags of sheer rubbish from his room (why he has 10 empty 2litre bottles under his desk I’ll never know) and washed, dried and put away all the dishes that were in his room. Seriously, we are pigs sometimes. Last night we drank Tia Maria (me) and Vat 69 (him), ate mint choc chip icecream and re-watched series 4 of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. I woke up a few hours ago to empty glasses, a tub of ice cream that had turned into water and an overturned ashtray and the TV blaring ‘Who Are You’ by the Who since we obviously forgot to switch it off. Hah, ohwell. The room’s tidy now.
Work’s been crazy, my manageress (also a good friend) has moved to an other shop and I’m gutted. The new manager is nice, I know him already, but doesn’t start for 3 weeks. Which means the shop comes down to the other supervisor and I. Great things to look forward to… stock takes, store visits, lack of staff. Joy.
I have great plans for this site. Just watch.
