not.in.paris

A minute ago, it was sunny. Then my mum came in and told me to look at the great big black cloud. We don’t normally get all obsessive about clouds, but seriously, this is a BIG black cloud.

And about three seconds afterwards, it started hailing. Hard. It went from being too sunny to have the curtain open to so dark we have to put the light on in seconds. Wow.

And now for what I actually wanted to write about.

We went to buy me a new mattress today. We found one quite quickly, which was good. It was the lay who helped us that intrigued me. She had really obviously dyed hair: brown and blonde.  She was probably in her late 40s or early 50s. The card reader wasn’t working and she picked up the phone to ask for someone called ‘little Davey’…it made me wonder who she is, outside of the shop. Does she like to work there? She was friendly but maybe she’s only working there to pass the time. Is she married? Does she have children? We were talking about mattress springs and she was saying about overweight people who expect their springs to last forever but then she said ‘you’re quite tiny, so it won’t matter’ and it made me wonder if she has kids just because of the way she said it. I don’t know what it was that made me wonder about her so much, but I did.

On the way out, I saw a man standing on the balcony of a red block of flats smoking a cigarette. It seemed significant but I don’t know why.

The mattress is a lot taller than my old one but a damnsight more comfortable.

This afternoon, I made myself feel very organised by striking loads of things off my to do list. My room is now shiningly spotless (though actually, that’s not particularly unusual, given that I’m a neat freak) and the only things left are to call the gym to see if there’s a class tomorrow (I did call but got an answering machine…bastards are probably shut for Good Friday) and to do my English projects.

All in all, a most satisfactory day.