Go on. Why not.

I'm in love with an Egg

So this morning on my way to my job (which is a good job, not a bad job, which is a good thing, not a bad thing, which is why I'm not bored or going mad or thinking about things that aren't to do with this good, interesting job.) On my way to this office as I walked down the street (Buchanan Street) While I walked down the street listening to the Today programme (very English News) A Pile of Shit from the Ass of a Pigeon fell partly on the side of my hair and partly down my right cheek and partly on my right shoulder. It made a sound like a splatting sound and all around me the office workers who were rushing to their no doubt interesting jobs, well, perhaps they all looked at me.

I don't know because I could not look at another soul right at that Pigeon Shit moment. I was lost in my own world. It wasn't a bad world however. It was quite a funny world. I let out a laugh (although I'm not sure that wasn't just to show anyone that might have been looking, any of these office workers, that I didn't give a damn. That I was taking it in my stride, that I in fact found the whole thing very funny and didn't mind that they might also be laughing.)

Were those people feeling sorry for me? Did it make their day just from the fact of not being shat on. I certainly hope so.



I got to work on time and then I found I was locked out. For some reason, this door was locked and I was on the wrong side of it. I had forgotten my keys. A temp. I'm the only one in the office and I'm a temp.

I'm SO bored.

OH. I remembered that I was looking at this blog and realised there really weren't enought pictures in it. So I'm going to find a great one.


Ben's Mum



This pigeon once soared and ate food off the ground with its bobbing head.
But it has been smashed into the asphalt.

So, anyway, you might have guessed. I'm still in the UK. It's cool. I'm working illegally at three jobs, but I won't tell you all that now. It's so boring.

love forever

M.xxxx