7/31 What kind of animal was that?!

7. Your pet hates

Originally I thought I’d reply to this prompt with people spitting in the street or when you’re on the tube (London Underground) and someone catches their sneeze, but then proceeds to use the same hand to hold on to the handrail, but yesterdays events changed all of that…

IMG_3616I was in my room getting ready to go out to celebrate one of my best friends birthdays when I saw how late it had gotten and realised I still hadn’t eaten anything. As I entered the kitchen, I saw this mess. Anyone would think that this was just the drunken leftovers of the night before, but freakily I’d been the only one in the flat for a few days and the front door was still on the chain as I hadn’t gone out yet, so it couldn’t have been a person…

It didn’t look like a pigeon could have done it because, quite frankly, it most likely would have pooed everywhere. Plus their table manners are shocking – they would have shaken the chocolate and wrapper everywhere and not been able to unwrap it so neatly. And then I saw these…

The culprit had left evidence… footprints! Or maybe, paw prints…

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Somehow, and this is my theory, a squirrel managed to scale the front of our block of flats to the seventh floor and hopped through our kitchen window to pinch the last remaining (unopened) Kinder Bueno bars that were on the kitchen table. There had been two left and the above was all that was left. I think the squirrel had tucked into the first one and realised how much it enjoyed them. That’s when it decided to make off with the other full, unopened bar, too!

So that’s my new pet hate… thinking you’re safe leaving the kitchen window open because the city was hotter than Ibiza this weekend, to find your treat stash mysteriously plundered!

 

Safety first

#324: Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.

Walking home from a night out. I hadn’t wanted to leave as it was such a great networking evening and to be fair, it wasn’t even as if there was anyone around making me feel uneasy. What it did make me realise however, was that there are hardly any street lights on at midnight. That was what terrified me most, the fact that it was pitch black (I literally couldn’t see my hand in front of my face… I tried!) and it was insanely, spookily quiet.

I must admit, during the summer I do tend to get quite annoyed that random street lights in our area are left on throughout the day. Why don’t the council save their money by turning them off and keeping them off when it’s light, and use more of them during the dead of night?! Or at least invest in motion sensor street lights so that the path ahead is lit during a potentially dangerous journey home!

Ebb and flow

#271: Our blogs morph over time, as interests shift and life happens. Write a post for your blog — but three years in the future.

Day #1366: 28th September 2017

Another entertaining journey home…

So I boarded the train on the second carriage (as the first one was crammed with the usual Friday night loud-mouth drunks) and sat down, only to sit opposite a blurry eyed gentleman, who had his feet up on the chair, drinking some cheap lager out of a can. Great! He also had his backpack on the seat next to him, which proved awkward when a bearded 30ish-year-old approached the seat. “Do you want to sit here mate?”, said the clearly tipsy Irishmen in a semi-aggressive manner. “Yeah”, the bearded man replied cautiously. “Well, I’m not a *expletive* mind reader!”. Oh dear… what have I let myself in for. Do I risk moving and creating a scene, or do I wait it out?! It’s only a 30 minute journey, what’s the worst that could happen.

That’s when a revolting daddy long legs started to dive bomb me… I was unable to hide my insane dislike for those things and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. So, the Irish guy tried catching it in order to put it out the window – only to accidentally pull its leg off! But it broke the ice as the Irish guy then began mocking the newly seated guys beard… Luckily for everyone, he was a pretty mellow man and didn’t take the slightest bit of offence. That’s when our conversation began – we discussed beards (obviously), nights out in the areas we lived in and, well, more about beards. But it just goes to show that initial impressions aren’t all they seem…

* FYI – this journey did actually take place, including everything in it. I always seem to have eventful train journeys home after nights out (and these all take place before midnight!), and my close friend mentioned that I should begin documenting it. So it would be nice if this actually took off and people enjoyed reading about them. Let me know what you think!