Tuesday 5th December Day 136
Today looked like the better weather day so we packaged up our old coffee machine and with trepidation of turning up in Stafford via bus, wandering the streets and finding the postoffice only to find out they don’t take in Amazon parcels. This is part of boating life, the one nearest to us doesn’t accept returns like this. On the bus I think about filming a documentary about the life of an author, doomed forever to carry around her old coffee machine – a bit like that story where that guy took his fridge around America or whatever it was ((You’re so dramatic)) Anyway, we turn up, wait in a queue, quietly, with a frown when people are faffing about and despite standing in a queue are not actually ready when they get to the front. It reminded me of when we were in Heathrow waiting to check in to go to New Zealand via Singapore. That was a good queue story ((Only in your mind!)) Oh, I’ve just remembered my New Zealand book shot up the book charts the other day – hurrah! Yes, authors really do celebrate these things even if it’s only a few sales. I don’t think people know how much work goes into selling one copy when you’re not a known author. Anyway, that made me very happy.
((Just get to the point. Only you could string out a simple task as returning a box! Honestly it’s not as if you even need to make up extra words for your wordcount!)) okay, moody! We finally get to the front and they scanned it and took the box!! ((I’m out! If all your stories are like this it’s make no wonder it’s hard to sell your books!)) Rude!
Job done, I sell my soul to buy some cards to post xmas cards and then we are released from the drama of carrying a box around all day ((Dramatic)) It’s shopping done and back to the boat after we witness some shop lifters being taken away by the store security. I remember ((Fade to black and white…)) when I worked at The Works in Derby and I was supervising the shop on a busy Sunday on the run up to xmas and we had 3 shoplifters in one day – it was a nightmare. I was sitting upstairs in the storeroom with security, waiting for the police to turn up. When they finally came and they were walking out the back, I saw the guy taking hammers out the back of his trousers which he’d nicked from Woolworths and I’d been sitting up there all that time with him! I do not miss retail. ((or students or kids or….)) Alright, I’ve found my passion in life which is writing and now vlogging. I did enjoy those jobs most of the time and met some fab people I’m still friends with now so they had a purpose at the time.
Typically, in this country the public transport is suitably awful and the bus is delayed. I feel so sorry for people who have to rely on public transport for work. It’s utterly broken. ((moan, moan!)) just keeping it real.
I did walk ((What‘s the alternative… flying/levitating?)) past the Library in Stafford which looks lovely so I might just have to pop in there for a day even if it does mean going by bus. At least the fare is only £2 each way.
Until tomorrow… x
C.L. Peache 