If we were having coffee…
…we’d remark on the beauty of this beautiful late autumn Sunday. The weather is just perfect, the birds are singing and the grass is still green.
…we’d talk about the time I spent in the traffic last week. I don’t even want to count the hours I spent in stop-start traffic. There are simply too many cars on the road and there is a paucity of public transport to my side of the world.
Just the fact that I’m talking about the weather and the traffic shows that it was another slow week, taking things one day at a time at the new job.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you how I’ve been able to read more blogs. I haven’t been able to get to all of them and will enjoy catching up this week again.
Cheers for now.
Participating in Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge this week. This week’s theme is Perspective (unusual angle or point of view). Click on the link to see other entries in this week’s challenge.
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Today, WordPress invites us to Fill in the blank … Three people walk into a bar…and…? Didn’t they SEE the bar before they walked into it?
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I missed our coffee date last weekend. It was a busy weekend and I simply ran out of time. There is not much to catch up from the previous week because nothing much happened. Nothing blog-worthy at least.
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“Hey, Regina, the bus is coming!”
“Hey, are you listening to me? I said the bus is coming!”
I look up to see the annoyed look on my friend’s face, a frown creasing her forehead. She was already on her feet, school bag slung over her shoulder.
My upturned face must have been a mask of puzzlement. Rudely interrupted from the alternative world I’d been immersed in whilst waiting for the school bus, I felt disoriented and struggled for a moment to return to reality.
Looking past my friend’s shoulder I see the red school bus hurtling down the hill to our stop.
“Where were you? I was calling for like about 5 minutes!” she cries.
“I didn’t hear you at all,” I say, hurriedly getting up from the wooden bench, picking up my bag and throwing the book inside.
“That must be a good book,” she laughs.
The bus stops, the pneumatic doors open outwards and we both climb in.
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