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dotinthesky) wrote2004-03-31 03:14 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2004-03-31 03:14 pm
The Day Speaks of Generous Thoughts
How uncomfortably hot the day has been today. It didn't displease me in the least, at first, as I took my usual stroll down our street and arrived at the health centre. The swimming pool was unusually full with gentlemen and ladies practicing their strokes. A galant lifeguard explained to me which lane was for slow strokes, and which one was reserved for the swimmers more inclined for speed and exercise.
When I returned to the cottage, I noticed the lack of any letters or packages either for my person or Mr. Kevin's. I was generally displeased and rushed up the stairs in a huff of distaste. Lunch consisted of a thin sandwich of country ham and the best cheddar cheese money can provide for. My eyes wavered over the packet of caramel biscuits before deciding it was neither the time nor the place for any gluttonus indulgencies.
As I surveyed the city of London from my sunny window, I took a deep sigh and thought that perhaps my spirits would improve after a few more weeks here. A pair of the loveliest grey doves were perched nearby, picking old feathers from each other. They were the perfect picture of civility and love and my heart was immediatly brimming with feelings for my friends and acquaintances. How I longed for Mr. Kevin to rush home to my arms! How I longed for his embrace in that minute tower room we call our home!
As expected, my mood swung low when the telephone rang. It was Mrs. Ang, from Prospectus Co., informing me of an opening in the Department of Psychiatry. Unluckily, the position only required my services for two days of the week. I profusely excused myself and explained to Mrs. Ang the impossibility of myself taking such a position and successfully meeting the steeply high price of our cottage's rent. She was disinclined to place any fault on me and happily explained that all of her best efforts were in place to secure a long-term, and beneficial, work for my person.
When I returned to the window, the lovely pair of doves had flown away. My thoughts became nebulous and I flung myself on the bed.
When I returned to the cottage, I noticed the lack of any letters or packages either for my person or Mr. Kevin's. I was generally displeased and rushed up the stairs in a huff of distaste. Lunch consisted of a thin sandwich of country ham and the best cheddar cheese money can provide for. My eyes wavered over the packet of caramel biscuits before deciding it was neither the time nor the place for any gluttonus indulgencies.
As I surveyed the city of London from my sunny window, I took a deep sigh and thought that perhaps my spirits would improve after a few more weeks here. A pair of the loveliest grey doves were perched nearby, picking old feathers from each other. They were the perfect picture of civility and love and my heart was immediatly brimming with feelings for my friends and acquaintances. How I longed for Mr. Kevin to rush home to my arms! How I longed for his embrace in that minute tower room we call our home!
As expected, my mood swung low when the telephone rang. It was Mrs. Ang, from Prospectus Co., informing me of an opening in the Department of Psychiatry. Unluckily, the position only required my services for two days of the week. I profusely excused myself and explained to Mrs. Ang the impossibility of myself taking such a position and successfully meeting the steeply high price of our cottage's rent. She was disinclined to place any fault on me and happily explained that all of her best efforts were in place to secure a long-term, and beneficial, work for my person.
When I returned to the window, the lovely pair of doves had flown away. My thoughts became nebulous and I flung myself on the bed.
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:)
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i noticed at the temp agency that most of them were surfing the net after five minutes of looking productive (i.e. when I walked in.)
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but I had to display my Jane Austen voice just for one post.
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you are so great, ollie!
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;)
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