Bite me

I'm still here Kel, the creative juices have just been flowing in a different direction and it is coming along quite nicely thank you. It's late, I should sleep.

On the way home from work tonight I had a couple of plastic bags filled with goodies from the supermarket in my hands and when I stopped at the lights I put them down. Listening to music and mind wandering in the artificial light, cars everywhere no chance to skoot across before the green man. And then out of the corner of my eye I'm conscious of movement and I see my honey dew melon rolling off the pavement in to the t-junction. Shriek. Little dance of despair. Then gravity grabs it and it rolls back towards the gutter and i scurry over and scoop it up. Phew. Then I look around nervously to see if anyone has noticed what a twit I am. I do that multiple times in a day, usually just if i've been talking to myself aloud, or when i walk in to something. Tonight I did the check and the taxi waiting at the lights in front of me was jiggling with mirth. Well the driver and his passenger were. So I cracked up too and was still giggling half way up the hill.