Little Things

Today was a tough day in some respects. Work has me on a low again. On days like this you have to cling to whatever you can to get through it. Sometimes it's the little things that make all the difference. These are the things that got me through the day:

- Getting a heart put in the froth of my hot chocolate
- Payday pizza for lunch (me and my workmates order in pizza every payday as a treat)
- Trying apple Lucozade for the first time (dirty, I know, but it was a treat)
- Winter sunshine (it's freezing at the mo, but I can take the cold as long as the sun is shining)
- Big jumpers (it's never usually cold enough here to wear them, but it is this year)
- Friends who give big hugs (a big hug never fails to make me feel better)
- Moral support by email (virtual hugs at the touch of a button)
- Meeting at Starbucks for a quick chat (sometimes all you need is an hour to talk things over and you're ready to face the world again)
- Seeing my Dad (always nice to see him, but also good for me to remember that other people have problems too, lol)
- Catching up with the Mrs. (never too busy for a nice long phone chat)
- Tea and chocolate digestives (a classic comfort pick-me-up)

Sometimes, the little things make all the difference.

When I left work, I was going to meet my friend for a quick drink before going to visit my Dad. So I checked my phone to give my friend a quick call. I had a text from my work colleague who had left work a little earlier than me. The text said: "There is a ladies shoe by the tube station entrance. How can you not know you've lost your shoe??" I texted her back, having a chuckle to myself at the utter randomness of such a necessary item discarded like that. I started to text my other friend and carried on walking as I did so, rummaging in my bag and therefore not really looking where I was going. As I walked, I felt something soft beneath my feet. Before you jump to conclusions, it felt like some sort of material. My foot got hooked on it and I tripped up a little. Since I carry my scarf and my gloves in my bag when I'm not wearing them, my first thought was that I had dropped one of them during my over-enthusiastic rummaging. Although I was still on campus, the street lights were fairly dim and as I looked down at my feet to identify the tripper-upper, I had to bend slightly to get a closer look. Imagine my confusion and horror as my closer inspection revealed the offending article to be...pants. No, not my scarf, or a wayward glove, but pants! Men's pants! No, my American friends, not trousers. Undergarments! I was unable to withold my disgust and let out an audible "Ugggghhhh!!!" I had tripped over street pants! Why were they there? Had they been used? My foot felt violated! I had been curious as to how someone could lose a shoe without noticing, but pants?

Sometimes, the little things make all the difference.