Work.
Busy as expected. But I only one horrid group of women? They'd obviously been to the pub and were loud and obnoxious. Talking about me as if I wasn't there. "Isn't that a funky hair cut for an old lady" "it's red in places too, shouldn't that be purple"... I carried on and ignored them as if I was deaf, I didn't catch their eyes, I was uber polite, and bit my tongue so hard I almost choked. There was no way I was giving them the satisfaction of making me angry. But they went on their "merry" way, thinking they were very funny, and what outstanding human beings they are ( not!) These will be the same people preaching be kind on Facebook etc...
Luckily, they were the only ones.
The bus ride home was another matter. Forest were kicking off at 5.30pm and the bus was packed. I couldn't get a seat and Kev had to hold me up as the bus moved. By the time we got to Victoria Centre my legs were screaming. We got the tram down and it was much the same, apart from a nice lad got up to let me sit, as I was almost crying at this point. Standing hurts beyond a few minutes, walking hurts, but not as much as standing. The Cotgrave was in when we got in and thankfully there was a queue, but we got on and I managed to find a seat.
Sunday.
Kev's Birthday.
Work, I got as many folk as I could to go and wish Kev a happy birthday, as its not fun being at work in retail on your birthday, but we know getting time off in December is not on, as although we only work weekends, we are needed in the build up to Christmas. We struggle to do extra because of the travelling, so the least we can do is not ask for time off.
But a good day, and Tracey Milano bought Kev a tub of chocolates.
Once we got home we had a drinking drink and Charlotte came over and he opened cards and gifts. It was nice that so many people wished him the best and make his day special despite being at work.
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