Still really congested. But worked anyway. Busy, as only Saturday can be, but at least everything worked ( for a bit, at least) Then my till stopped working, Oh Joy.
I went for break and came back going onto 24. I was by now struggling to breathe through my nose and my eyes began to run. By hometime my eyes were red and sore. I couldn't get home soon enough to take my contacts out. I knew I was starting with conjunctivitis, I've had it so many times, I know the feeling. So on with eye wash etc. Here we go again.
Sunday.
Lenses were not an option, thank God for my new specs, I haven't worn glasses for work before, and I was a bit nervous, but to be honest, no one pointed them out or treated me any different than normal. These glasses do suit me though, and I won't be so bothered if I have to wear them again. It's just a me thing anyway, it's my insecurity thing. But, I must admit to not bother so much in these glasses. And to be fair these days I would be more likely to deck someone for calling me Olive or trying to make me feel less just because I'm myopic and have been since being a kid.
Anyway, that aside the day was good enough, the bus home was a bit of a mare the 58 was well late, and it looked like we were going to miss the last Cotgrave bus. But a young girl was ordering an Uber into the city, and asked us if we wanted to share, which was kind of her, we did chip in with fare obviously, but it meant we could get the Cotgrave bus OK.
There are still some nice people out there...
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