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Orange skittles
Feb. 28th, 2004 05:30 pmA rather strange day, all told. First of all came the job-hunting, and I actually have a job. It's not a very nice job, actually. It's a place up towards Crosby called Lady Green; they sell plants and stuff, and the job is on Sundays, nine to five, for a rather measly £3.25/hour. Also, it'll be a nightmare to get there. On the plus side, it's a job. I have a feeling I'm going to take the damn job. It'll be some money. Eight hours times three twenty five... um, twenty-six pounds.
Sigh. Having told them I'd call them about it, I wandered into Southport, looked in at Broadhurst's and the library, neither of whom wanted to give me a job, and met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplerainbow at the station. Her exams finished this week, and I was going to go to Liverpool with her, only the job-hunting got in the way. We spent the afternoon together, talking and walking in random directions. We went down to the marina first, eating ice-cream in freezing February weather, and when we'd walked for miles in a seemingly random direction, we walked back. Hannah suggested a café. I was all for it, so we went to Puccino's, which is a small, highly irreverent place on Lord Street. The saucers have "Please bang your cup down really hard" on them, and there's a door that says: "Baddies chasing you? Hide in here; but take away this sign otherwise they'll twig." Outside, they have a list of things they have to offer: "Mocha. Americanos. Sandwiches. Other humans. Salads. Windows."
So we went there, and immediately ran into my parents. A moment of awkwardness followed, but Hannah and I went off and sat somewhere else and started talking. She gave me a birthday present, which I loved: Schott's Original Miscellany, lots of utterly irrelevant useless information. We looked at lists of Carry On films, guides to palmistry, Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics, lists of Bond girls; and we only looked at it for a few moments. When they took our order (hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows) we were informed that someone else was paying for it. Which was Pedar, of course, who was sitting in the corner hidden behind the paper. When I thanked him later, he growled a lot.
Hannah and I then walked off into Southport again, eating pasties and generally talking about nothing at all. We ended up in WHSmith looking for books about stress and eating orange Skittles. I tried to persuade Hannah to come home with me, but she couldn't. It was too late.
I'm horribly tired. Am going to watch Stargate.
Sigh. Having told them I'd call them about it, I wandered into Southport, looked in at Broadhurst's and the library, neither of whom wanted to give me a job, and met
purplerainbow at the station. Her exams finished this week, and I was going to go to Liverpool with her, only the job-hunting got in the way. We spent the afternoon together, talking and walking in random directions. We went down to the marina first, eating ice-cream in freezing February weather, and when we'd walked for miles in a seemingly random direction, we walked back. Hannah suggested a café. I was all for it, so we went to Puccino's, which is a small, highly irreverent place on Lord Street. The saucers have "Please bang your cup down really hard" on them, and there's a door that says: "Baddies chasing you? Hide in here; but take away this sign otherwise they'll twig." Outside, they have a list of things they have to offer: "Mocha. Americanos. Sandwiches. Other humans. Salads. Windows."So we went there, and immediately ran into my parents. A moment of awkwardness followed, but Hannah and I went off and sat somewhere else and started talking. She gave me a birthday present, which I loved: Schott's Original Miscellany, lots of utterly irrelevant useless information. We looked at lists of Carry On films, guides to palmistry, Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics, lists of Bond girls; and we only looked at it for a few moments. When they took our order (hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows) we were informed that someone else was paying for it. Which was Pedar, of course, who was sitting in the corner hidden behind the paper. When I thanked him later, he growled a lot.
Hannah and I then walked off into Southport again, eating pasties and generally talking about nothing at all. We ended up in WHSmith looking for books about stress and eating orange Skittles. I tried to persuade Hannah to come home with me, but she couldn't. It was too late.
I'm horribly tired. Am going to watch Stargate.
