Friday, 15 June 2012
I pulled up too far from the control unit for the entry barrier...
I pulled up too far from the control unit for the entry barrier at the entrance to the technical college. There was a queue of traffic behind me so I couldn't manoeuvre the van any closer. I opened my door and stretched out my arm as far as I could but my foot got tangled in the mat in the footwell and I fell out and onto the street.
Today's squashed wildlife: a frog, a shrew, a slug, two snails, a bee, a squirrel, two earthworms, a wasp, half a starling and a moth*
The woman with the new BMW and the tight jeans was telling her neighbour – a man in 'cargo pants' and a white T-shirt – "When you only pay two, three, four grand for a car it's gonna be a heap of shit."
"I know" said the man," there was no heated seat, no cd player nor nowt!"
The woman at one of the barn conversions on the moor has pressed her old aerobics step into use as a stand to display her houseplants on. She has created a two tiered tableau in the big picture window at the front that looks out onto her neighbour's Mitsubishi Animal. Next door, where the garden backs onto acres of idyllic rolling countryside as far as the eye can see, Mrs Moorhouse was pedalling determinedly on the exercise bike she'd rigged up in her garage.
Two window cleaners were talking as they dripped suds from their Bedford Rascal to the the houses on the estate. "They were good sarnies this morning, you know", said the smaller, thinner, younger of the two who was carrying a bucket and some ladders.
"I still would rather have had a breakfast" said the taller, fatter, older one who was carrying the van keys.
"I know what your saying", said the younger one.
I knocked at a house with a parcel. I was about to give up waiting when I heard some fumbling around with keys behind the door. After a couple of failed attempts to unlock it, all fell silent again for another minute or so until the occupier returned with what I assumed to be another set of keys. This time, after another couple of attempts, the door finally swung open to reveal a man with his hair all stuck up on one one side and a blue toweling robe. "Sorry, I was in bed" he said, squinting at the sun. It was then that I looked down at the parcel and realised it was for the house next door.
Dozens of swallows were swooping after flies in the field behind the school until I got my phone out to film them, then they stopped.
*the moth was inside a packet of Coco-Pops.