Soup spillage and knitting
Not the best start to the day yesterday when my homemade tomato soup decided to make a bid for freedom and leak into my rucksack. You know that feeling you get when you put on a rucksack and wonder why your bum is wet, no/yes, well that was me on the way to the train station.
My pencil case took the majority of the liquid so when I got to the station I made a bee line for the ladies and nabbed a load of tissue. Luckily the train was 5 minutes late so I was actually on time to catch it. I sat by the doors so as not to stink the train out with what can only be described as a sickie smell.
At Uni I worked on my Brexit presentation until 2pm when Auriol and I had a health and safety induction in the knitting/weaving room with Sheila. What a lovely lady.
After that I just wanted to get home to wash and to put the rucksack in the washing machine.
Today we have a presentation from a visual co-ordinator at Urban Outfitters.
My pencil case took the majority of the liquid so when I got to the station I made a bee line for the ladies and nabbed a load of tissue. Luckily the train was 5 minutes late so I was actually on time to catch it. I sat by the doors so as not to stink the train out with what can only be described as a sickie smell.
At Uni I worked on my Brexit presentation until 2pm when Auriol and I had a health and safety induction in the knitting/weaving room with Sheila. What a lovely lady.
After that I just wanted to get home to wash and to put the rucksack in the washing machine.
Today we have a presentation from a visual co-ordinator at Urban Outfitters.
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