The Day Speaks of Generous Thoughts

[dotinthesky]

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.

Comments

[4q.livejournal.com]

I like this entry, keep it up, and you will find something suited to your needs. But make it quick because I am still being depreived of percious Ollie

[ickycrawlything.livejournal.com]

It's funny how your morning sounds disappointing to you and yet sounds perfect to me (minus the work call) but even that would secretly please me b/c I hate working...I would love to look out my window on a sunny morning and see people strolling the streets and birds flying about *sigh* all I see is more apartments and a closed pool. I think I'm going to move to a first floor apartment so that I can go out with Cole, & the fifty things that come along with him, a little more easily.

[roguejournal.livejournal.com]

jane austen..that's what i though when i read the entry!!!!

you are so great, ollie!