Right …
It’s Monday.
The day after too 10½ hour shifts.
And the day of another shift: although, thankfully, it’s a 4½ hour shift, over lunch.
Which I’m grateful for: it means I can get home , and get an early night.
After I’ve seen last night’s Robot War.
No spoilers, now: I still haven’t seen it, and I want to be surprised.
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Oh, there was an up side to last night’s long shift.
Back in February, the Brentwood Gazette, bless them, ran a Saint Valentine’s Day piece: a who’s caught your eye piece.
Apparently? Apparently, a ‘short, dark haired chap, with a husky voice’ short changed someone: who’d asked for extra gravy.
But? ‘As you’re cute, I’ll let you off.’
Turns out Gravy Girl’s a persistent regular customer: called Terri.
Who’s not too bad, herself, actually.
If she’s back in, at some point?
Remind me to slip her my number. I can probably take her for a coffee, and see if we can work out who that was. ;)
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