I love late night shopping on Thursdays.
I had to get some coat hangers (I was not prepared for the strain cleaning all my clothes would put on my wardrobe) and also a new set of pots. (I might have destroyed my remaining ones last night in my attempt at a grown up dinner.)
It’s the only day I get to shop anywhere (I always finish work late) except of course 24 hr supermarkets which are evil traps for people who get home late and just want bread or milk for a cuppa. Then you get there and all the goodies beckon to you. Of course they put the bread way at the back so you have to pass all the chocolate, snacks and wine and by the time you get to it you’ve filled your little basket, or if your lazy your shallow trolley.
I was early into work again. (I don’t think it’s too soon to say this shall be the norm for me from now on.) It’s funny how much you can miss in just two and a half weeks. I already feel out of the loop. A couple of the other new NCFA’s (other people in the office when the canister was opened who also have powers and who incidentally I have never even heard of.) have been on missions with Katie, Michael and William and are all thick as thieves now. (Little in jokes and shared experiences that make me want to smoosh their faces.)
It’s like I’m the outsider all over again, back to being (pardon the phrasing) completely invisible.
Still Katie is as brilliant as ever and could tell I was feeling a bit left out. She was telling the others about my injury (if anyone asks I was in a road accident in France and somehow managed to only hurt my left shoulder in a strangely bullet hole-ish manner) and the way she tells it you’d think I dived in front of the bullet to save my team. (I’m okay with this version of events.)
Now I have to go and iron my clothes for tomorrow. (Gasp of surprise) Yes I iron clothes now. (No more “stick it in the tumble dryer for a couple of minutes” for me.)
I may even shine my shoes.
