A sour face and a Santa hat
Dec. 12th, 2007 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyAs I was walking to work this morning, I passed a man bent double over the Salvation Army's garden fence, left hand pointing behind him, holding a cigarette, right hand holding a camera mere centimetres from a fully open orange rose.
At lunch time, I passed a giggly teenage girl walking down the street holding hands with a teenage boy who was dressed as the world's thinnest Santa.
A little while later I passed a middle-aged woman carrying her groceries, wearing a sour face and a Santa hat.
Photographers with occupational health and safety issues and unlikely Santas aside, what else? My work's planned purchase of some dilapidated squash courts to convert into jazzy new offices (with feature squash court) has fallen at the last hurdle, with our national governing body refusing permission. Boo. I showed my boss this office and said it was a shame the deal fell through because we could have done something similar, and he suggested that it's a good thing I'm in charge of paying for things rather than designing them. But I like it (and the squirrel coffee table on the same page); it's much more inspiring than the poster of the sweaty, rock-climbing, older Lleyton Hewitt-lookalike doctor I can see from the corner of my eye.
Also, Toyota sent me a scratch and sniff card of a pine tree. Lucky me.
At lunch time, I passed a giggly teenage girl walking down the street holding hands with a teenage boy who was dressed as the world's thinnest Santa.
A little while later I passed a middle-aged woman carrying her groceries, wearing a sour face and a Santa hat.
Photographers with occupational health and safety issues and unlikely Santas aside, what else? My work's planned purchase of some dilapidated squash courts to convert into jazzy new offices (with feature squash court) has fallen at the last hurdle, with our national governing body refusing permission. Boo. I showed my boss this office and said it was a shame the deal fell through because we could have done something similar, and he suggested that it's a good thing I'm in charge of paying for things rather than designing them. But I like it (and the squirrel coffee table on the same page); it's much more inspiring than the poster of the sweaty, rock-climbing, older Lleyton Hewitt-lookalike doctor I can see from the corner of my eye.
Also, Toyota sent me a scratch and sniff card of a pine tree. Lucky me.