Grace is spotted. "C'mere you slippery wench" A short chase ensues "Aaaaah, gotcha!!!"
You, yes YOU, you wouldn't have that confused look on your face if you'd been here an here....
SO where was I, oh yes, the cosmic forces of the universe were refusing to play fair with me and blah blah blah. Anyway, I'll hurry up and finish this cause by now y'all are probably bored shitless by this story right?
I got my coffee, it was sugarless and it burnt my tongue, Mr Bossman came to pick me up, I spilt coffee on his car seat (In my defense it was just a tiny spill and juggling hot coffee, a car door and a file isn't too easy!!) I also discovered that wearing 4 inch heels isn't such a great idea especially when your boss is already much shorter than you normally...
I did the interview, it went quite well akshually, all was forgiven and I lived happily ever after with Grace, Mercy, Hope, Patience and all their siblings as my housemates (The living quarters are getting wee bit cramped but who am I to complain?!)
*Anyone thinking of reproducing this into a fairy tale should do a side bar with me to discuss copyright issues :-) *
Golden - Jill Scott
Sawasawa - Eric Wainaina
Get up - Amel Larrieux
On my bookshelve:
The constant gardener - John Le Carre
On my wall:
Woman weighing pearls - Vermeer