Note to self
Oct. 9th, 2009 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonDear self,
It's great that you sometimes grab a small handbag and just stuff a few essentials in it for a jaunt up the road. It means your lovingly curated handbag collection does not go to waste, for a start. And let's face it, your work handbag is a bit bloated. No one will ever need two New Yorkers, three New Scientists and four pairs of gloves for the one day.
What would be even greater is remembering to put your keys back in your main handbag when you get home. I know you aced the return of the wallet and phone, and that's terrific. But the thing about keys, the really really good thing about keys, is that they let you go back inside to get your wallet and phone, whereas the reverse is not true.
Still, at least the cash meant you were able to go across the road and buy a tin of catfood, so Biscuit the Time-Share Cat stopped whimpering at you accusingly. And the wireless does reach to the doorstep. And it's not raining at the moment. And even if it were, the eaves extend out over this bit. But your bum is really cold and Mr Brammers is not here yet. And Biscuit has gone off to sit on her cardboard stack now she's finished eating. Ingrate. So, perhaps pop the spare set of keys in the spare handbag next time? Or use your brain? In the interim, you could use this time to write, you know.
Big hugs,
Me
It's great that you sometimes grab a small handbag and just stuff a few essentials in it for a jaunt up the road. It means your lovingly curated handbag collection does not go to waste, for a start. And let's face it, your work handbag is a bit bloated. No one will ever need two New Yorkers, three New Scientists and four pairs of gloves for the one day.
What would be even greater is remembering to put your keys back in your main handbag when you get home. I know you aced the return of the wallet and phone, and that's terrific. But the thing about keys, the really really good thing about keys, is that they let you go back inside to get your wallet and phone, whereas the reverse is not true.
Still, at least the cash meant you were able to go across the road and buy a tin of catfood, so Biscuit the Time-Share Cat stopped whimpering at you accusingly. And the wireless does reach to the doorstep. And it's not raining at the moment. And even if it were, the eaves extend out over this bit. But your bum is really cold and Mr Brammers is not here yet. And Biscuit has gone off to sit on her cardboard stack now she's finished eating. Ingrate. So, perhaps pop the spare set of keys in the spare handbag next time? Or use your brain? In the interim, you could use this time to write, you know.
Big hugs,
Me
