Last Wednesday
I neither savoured the day nor collected my dry cleaning. But I saw a woman at the bus stop (that's my personal bus stop) who was pretty, but definitely had a little beard.
Seeing her reminded me that I hadn't plucked my eyebrows, or changed the world in any way, although I had fine-tuned my To Do list. Personal grooming and organisation is vital.
Staring at her beard, trying not to stare, mesmerised. Ripe raindrops fell from the sky at an angle perpendicular to the bus shelter, and hit me in the nose. I got my iPod out, to take my mind off it.
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