Wednesday has got to be the weirdest day yet for me. I got home from work, received a call from Q saying P's grandma has died and we have to show a bit of face and sit at the funeral for a while cos how well we know P and such. Ok, I said. Just call me when you are ready to go, cos I know D is still at work.
I was rotting in front of the goggle box with nothing worth watching on (Fear Factor was on, but I had enuff of fake people) and my tummy full of the delicious dinner my mum has done. Ernest has called a few times, but my mind was floating nowhere and was really incapable of serious conversations, so I switched everyone off.
At 9.30pm (can you imagine, 9.30pm??!! my bed time is coming soon ok?), D called and said hey, we should be getting off our asses and head down to the funeral place. I said ok and went off.
On the way, Ernest called again and I managed a hold a decent conversation. Halfway thru call, A called, brawled her eyes out on the other side and gave me a sob story of how her childhood friend insulted her and stuff because of a car she loaned to her ex-boyfriend. Interesting story, if you are hearing it for the first time. Unfortunately, this is like the tenth time she had said this story and I just went along and said yeah, yeah all the the way.
Sian. Have to go to a funeral of someone I do not know at all in the middle of the night and had to entertain a repeated sob story. Now I am, three o'clock in the office and damn tired to do any work.
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