as i sat on the bus home i watched the tiny water droplets fall into one another and glide diagonally down the window. the many droplets looked like they were little rain people racing eachother.
i wonder what they were racing for. chocolate cake. the golden trophy. a warm cup of tea perhaps.
i ran from the bus stop all the way home with a scarf wrapped over my head.
as soon as i got in, i made a cup of tea to warm up my insides.
my jeans stuck to me like glue. my feet damp with the puddles i ran through. nose cold and pink. i made some jam sandwiches. with nuts and biscuits. finished making my older brother's girlfriend's birthday card an envelope. watched a film snuggled under the covers. with pig.
the movie made me sad. i don't think i liked it very much. but purely because it was sad.
my hair looks orange here. like a ginger biscuit. like little children have coloured my hair with orange felt tips.
oh my goodness. my mother is the best. she bought me the sex and the city movie. to cheer me up. i love you mamma!