Work. A mild day if windy. And a busy in patches kind of day. Pleasant enough shift. Just the usual stress of the buses to and from that puts the dampers on it.
An early night as I was shattered from the early start, and sometimes even if I can't sleep straight away bed is the most comfortable place for
my legs.
Sunday.
Totally different weather wise, colder and still windy, with a looming sky that threatened and delivered rain. At the bus stop in Cotgrave we saw our first walk of shame for an absolute age, a girl in a short denim bustier style dress and heels. Not what you'd wear in Cotgrave at 7.45am on a Sunday morning by choice. Lol. Plus, we got off the tram at the Theatre Royal and saw a high heel strappy sandal in the doorway next to Starbucks.I presume she/he/them /they, were carrying them at the time.It made me smile, because I remember those times when I would go out all night, and still head to work the next day, get through an 8 hour shift. Fun times. The day was not mega busy, but that was a good thing, as staff were a bit thin on the ground. Nice to see quite a few of my Sunday regulars, but I didn't see my "Eeyore" man. I hope he is OK. I call him that because he is permanently depressed, bless him just like Eeyore... Nice bloke though and he has a couple of dogs that he dotes on, he's told me on more than one occasion that they keep him going. I always think if you can be kind to any animal you can't be a bad person. I always chat to him and often get the ghost of a smile out of him.
For once the 58 wasn't too late and we got into town for the Cotgrave in time.
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