It’s been a long day, it started out with a guy coming to read the meter at the crack of dawn, he seemed tense and nervous, and I felt sorry and thus wanted to give him a hand, when he, like, climbed onto the bathtub and then onto the washing machine from where he reached to take down the planking that’s fastened around the water meter, and suddenly his legs were all shaky, and I grew worried, and as I intended to ask him if everything was alright, he lost control, and the planking fell down, shattering and landing on my left foot.
It was one of these days. When I finally got to leave the house, cars were blocking the street where I cycle to work, so naturally I had to get out of the way, but as soon as I was on the sidewalk, someone shouted at me that I had no right to be there. When I wanted to pay for lunch, I found that my purse was empty, and obviously they didn’t accept cards, and then back in the office, the coffee machine gave up the ghost. Nudge, nudge, say no more, say no more.
I decided it was time to call it a day, put on my earphones and sat on the bike. And as I was listening to London Grammar, the world around me slowed down, the strenuous colors dimmed in the mist, and the cold air was wonderfully refreshing. No matter what shatters on your foot in the morning, as long as it’s not broken and you have a home and a love to go to in the evening, all’s good.