the real thing: Stamford Hill, 9am
On my way to the bus stop this morning - after yet another day off sick yesterday, when I slept do long and so deeply that when I woke up I thought for a minute that I'd never even rung in - I realised I needed a Nurofen. No way around it - so I nipped into the ABC Pharmacy at the top of the hill & got the pills, plus a dewy-fresh Diet Coke to wash them down with.
My Hackney readers may be familiar with this spot, and will know that there is a traffic island there which divides the main road into two separate lanes. It's also a spot where the bus drivers change over their shifts, so there was a bus company guy standing there, in a reflective jacket, carrying a clipboard. As I waited on the traffic island to cross back over to my bus stop, clicking open my Diet Coke (don't you love that sound?) and swallowing my pills, I suddenly heard a voice - it was the bus company guy.
He went, "Phwoar!! Caffeine, Nurofen - the lot! I feel better already!"
Funnily enough, so did I!
3 comments:
Comments now open! While they were off (for reasons unknown), the sainted Quink dropped by the post below and wrote the following:
I heard a nice one in Somerfield earlier. I was selecting a bottle of plonk when I overheard a young son say to his mother, apropos of absolutely nothing at all:
"Mummy. Do you know I can spell MONSTER?"
7:37 PM
...to which I have replied that he is lucky, as I have never seen a cute child in that Somerfields. Sad, but true. Not counting when I've been in there with Mlle B, of course.
Ah, I wondered where the comments were! In their absence I linked you instead, as my passion for Nurofen and Diet Coke together had to be acknowledged somehow.
Ah, well I have commented there. It's like a Diet Coke party here!
And by the way, there have been times in my life when Nurofen has been almost the only thing that kept me going. It's fabulous stuff.
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