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Sep. 28th, 2010 09:58 amBit shattered after work yesterday - dunno why I'm feeling so tired at the moment. I was feeling a bit peaky at the weekend, mind. Maybe I'm coming down with something.
Anyway, sorry, point is I didn't write to update you all last night, but before work yesterday I managed to pop in to see a few of the girls from my old neighbourhood. They were all pretty keen to hear more about my job here at the shop with kindly Mr Ponds, who's only gone and got himself a reputation for being fair and decent to halfbloods, the scoundrel.
So I casually mentioned our idea about selling cakes and the like, and having somewhere in the evenings for get-togethers. Right now, apparently they're holding little parties in people's flats, but they're so scared of getting caught and hauled in for making too much noise or organising subversive anti-government activity or some such nonsense, they're basically just sitting quietly in a room together and avoiding eye contact until it's time to go home.
That's tragic, I said. I reckon we can do better than that.
They were all a bit anxious, I think, of being seen to be too positive about our beer garden idea, just in case, but there was definitely fire in their eyes when they started talking about how it might work.
I think it's a goer.
Anyway, sorry, point is I didn't write to update you all last night, but before work yesterday I managed to pop in to see a few of the girls from my old neighbourhood. They were all pretty keen to hear more about my job here at the shop with kindly Mr Ponds, who's only gone and got himself a reputation for being fair and decent to halfbloods, the scoundrel.
So I casually mentioned our idea about selling cakes and the like, and having somewhere in the evenings for get-togethers. Right now, apparently they're holding little parties in people's flats, but they're so scared of getting caught and hauled in for making too much noise or organising subversive anti-government activity or some such nonsense, they're basically just sitting quietly in a room together and avoiding eye contact until it's time to go home.
That's tragic, I said. I reckon we can do better than that.
They were all a bit anxious, I think, of being seen to be too positive about our beer garden idea, just in case, but there was definitely fire in their eyes when they started talking about how it might work.
I think it's a goer.
