An odd day, an odd week.
Nearly 5,000 words written, translating between what people feel, what an organisation can and wants to say, a little personal opinion and a lot, a lot, of words.
On the tube — giving up my space for others, bloody-mindedly, ignoring etiquette.
In the supermarket — romanian man trying to explain the concept of ‘air freshener’ to the bangladeshi crew in the supermarket.
At home — our polish cleaner has decided the note she left us last week was not clear enough, so a row of empty bottles are on the table top.
In the supermarket again, ringing up a bagel for £692. Swearing. Laughter.
At work. Negotiations. Coded language. Smileys. Threats of conversations. Heaven forbid.
Hopefully I can translate.…ha ha… some of this into something meaningful in the next few days. It’s time to make a move, gentlemen. :o)
