Beewriter

By Beewriter

I don't believe it!!

Ellen made fruit scones. Fruit! I couldn't believe it. She always makes cherry and coconut. We love her scones, they are delicious....she knows I don't do fruit scones.

Actually they weren't bad because thankfully there were only currants in and not disgusting, repulsive, vile, repugnant sultanas. I picked out a few currants and they were lovely.

I didn't swim this morning because I had planned to get to The Trafford Centre for 9am to get my photos printed for Christmas cards. One hour for processing during which I buy Debbie's leaving present and stock up on some food in M&S. But....I had woken up at 3am in a panic because I realised I'd left the collection in the staffroom. I could have just bought the gift but I didn't know how much was in the envelope. So I rushed to school to see if one of the men was opening up for one of the clubs that hires the hall. Dave was there putting chairs out for some karate thing that was going on:

"Thank goodness you're here, Dave, is there any chance I can get in the Prep building?"
"I have to put these chairs out there's 800 people coming at 9.30."
"Is there anyone else here who can open up?"
"No just me. I have to reset the alarm."

Did that mean he would or he wouldn't? I wasn't sure.

I put on my pathetic face.

"You know Debbie is leaving on Tuesday, well I've left the collection in the staffroom
." Cue: puppy dog eyes.
"Can you hold on for a few minutes?"
"Yes, oh thanks, Dave, I really appreciate it."
He put some more chairs out. Then some more. Then some more. I'm thinking come on, it will only take 5 mins, hurry up...but I'm saying: "I'm so grateful, Dave."

Actually, he was very good because he did open up for me and I got to the Traff before 9am, in fact I had to wait for John Lewis to unlock the doors. So thank you, Dave you were a star. I was a bit longer than my planned hour, but I was home before any queues or crowds.

I just need to make all my Christmas cards now...sigh.

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