Woke up and found my big bag, which was on the sofa and
zipped up, was now face down on the floor and open.
Went into the Portuguese shop where I normally go. The customers and the new member of staff all
started talking loudly in their own language, whilst the girl who has known me
for some time, shot them dirty looks. I
greeted them, said please and thank you in Portuguese. When it came to charging me, the guy looked
at the girl who was nice to me, as if to wonder whether I should be charged the
normal price or more. She looked angry
again and said ‘£1!’ the normal price.
Whilst walking home from work, I walked past three builders and one of them shouted 'YOU'VE LET YOUR MUM DOWN'. Really? Really? I do believe the bitch has watched me almost overdose god knows how many times, and been raped. And I've let her down?
Whilst walking home from work, I walked past three builders and one of them shouted 'YOU'VE LET YOUR MUM DOWN'. Really? Really? I do believe the bitch has watched me almost overdose god knows how many times, and been raped. And I've let her down?
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