Day 10. Not So Much of Celeb Today

Riiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggg!! The noise a Dolphin and Michael Jackson's love child would be making if it had just been hit by a car. A noise so high pitched even dogs ears would bleed was all I could hear for most of the day. Why didn’t I buy ear defenders and wave goodbye to my dignity but hello to my hearing?! It was constant, but at the same time reminiscence of a good night. Fortunately some legend has been putting recent episodes of Eastenders on YouTube so I am up to date with Roxy trying to bed Alfie while Kat is away. Oh how it will kick off when Kat and Tommy get home. Today was going to be difficult. Straight to the coffee shop. My phone had been ringing off the hook...oh no wait, it hadn’t. Sure I was slightly disappointed, but I made many excuses of why it hadn’t- signal, hadn’t checked their email ect. (It made me feel better). But I did do some productive work at the coffee shop.

And then we went into Santa Monica (3^rd Street). Anecdotes and stories between me and Tris are a rarity in this addition as we barely spoke to each other most of the day. Grunts and murmurs were the basis of communication. But somewhere along the line I’d missed a murmur where we’d agreed  to go shopping for boots. To be fair we only went in one shop, but even other shoppers were asking us for help. I folded some clothes and re-designed their front window while two shop assistants went on their lunch break and Tris was still doing up the laces on his second pair of boots. By the third pair I should have bought shares in the company. As the sun started to go away and the fog gathered around the hills it was getting chilly and Superdry had a 30% off sale. 

Then the cinema, we watched Lockout. A film set in the near future where prisons are set in space. When all the inmates escape and the president’s daughter is trapped on board only one man can save them. What a concept! This will be brilliant! It wasn’t.

A couple of beers later we got home. I caught up with some work and then I walked down the road to get a Chinese. It was 10:30pm and what better time when I’d been working. They were shut. The Japanese opposite, shut. I pottered around aimlessly hoping to find China town to no avail and settled for a greasy burger. After all my hype of ‘any food joint open at any time’ yesterday, my dreams of egg fried rice and chilli beef were crushed. As I watched the grease drip out of my burger so did my appetite. I went to bed hungry, only to be woken up with Tris telling me to Shutup. I was snoring. Usually I get a pillow thrown at me, but he didn’t want to use that ammo so early on in the night. Would I wake up without accommodation or would I even wake up?

Lesson learnt: Friends can still murmur to each other and know their friends. But snoring is a quick way to lose some.