There I was sitting on my bed reading an interesting piece of non-fiction about coffee, yes you read right...About Coffee! I am not a big caffeine lover so thought if I read a book on coffee rather than drink it; I could trick my mind into thinking that caffeine was now running through my cells invigorating them and I could get this project I had completed on time. I think you could call it a form of Neuro Linguistic Programming where you get to make your mind believe what you want it to believe.
Guess that did not work because 5 minutes after starting to read, the sandman had decided to sprinkle some sand in to my eyes, and there I lay for an hour or so cuddling my security blanket (yes I have a very sensitive side) until I would have to say rudely awoken by the door bell. Who could this be on a Thursday at 8pm? It couldn’t be anyone for me, could it? Considering the fact that I have been single for longer than I wish to reveal and also the fact that none of my mates ever visit my den on a weekday, I was contemplating going back to sleep.
The bell had this really irritating music that my housemate though would be pretty cool, the sound from this bell was more irritating than even anything the talentless Pete Doherty or his band Babyshambles have ever produced and this was something I thought would never be possible. The person ringing the bell was persistent and since none of my housemates were at home, I had to drag myself out of bed to go answer it, this turned out to be a big mistake.
There was a 4 feet girl vampire standing at the door, it scared the living bejesus out of me. It took me a while to regain my composure and I told the vampire girl that I had HIV and it would be in her best interest not to bite me. Her response was “Trick or Treat”. This was a bit unusual because there were still 5 days left for Halloween, not meaning to be rude I asked the little gal why she was out on the hunt so early, her eager reply was so that she could get more chocolates than the other children who would generally not even have the door opened for them on Halloween. So by going trick or treating early she could beat the masses and also get more people such as yours truly to open the door for her. Having said this, she went back to her line “Trick or Treat”. So there I was being held for ransom by a 6 year old for chocolate. Never being a chocoholic I knew there was no chocolate in the house and had to think of something quick as I didn’t want the little girl down. I ran to get my wallet to see if I had some loose change, but all I had was a £2 coin. I had no option but to grudgingly hand the coin over to the little missy and ask her to get some chocolate on her way home.
So here I am having lost my sleep and my £2 coin which I was planning on using to buy my breakfast with the next day. Thought I might as well add this on my blog to warn people from opening their front doors for the next 5 days as children have now become too enterprising for our good.
Guess that did not work because 5 minutes after starting to read, the sandman had decided to sprinkle some sand in to my eyes, and there I lay for an hour or so cuddling my security blanket (yes I have a very sensitive side) until I would have to say rudely awoken by the door bell. Who could this be on a Thursday at 8pm? It couldn’t be anyone for me, could it? Considering the fact that I have been single for longer than I wish to reveal and also the fact that none of my mates ever visit my den on a weekday, I was contemplating going back to sleep.
The bell had this really irritating music that my housemate though would be pretty cool, the sound from this bell was more irritating than even anything the talentless Pete Doherty or his band Babyshambles have ever produced and this was something I thought would never be possible. The person ringing the bell was persistent and since none of my housemates were at home, I had to drag myself out of bed to go answer it, this turned out to be a big mistake.
There was a 4 feet girl vampire standing at the door, it scared the living bejesus out of me. It took me a while to regain my composure and I told the vampire girl that I had HIV and it would be in her best interest not to bite me. Her response was “Trick or Treat”. This was a bit unusual because there were still 5 days left for Halloween, not meaning to be rude I asked the little gal why she was out on the hunt so early, her eager reply was so that she could get more chocolates than the other children who would generally not even have the door opened for them on Halloween. So by going trick or treating early she could beat the masses and also get more people such as yours truly to open the door for her. Having said this, she went back to her line “Trick or Treat”. So there I was being held for ransom by a 6 year old for chocolate. Never being a chocoholic I knew there was no chocolate in the house and had to think of something quick as I didn’t want the little girl down. I ran to get my wallet to see if I had some loose change, but all I had was a £2 coin. I had no option but to grudgingly hand the coin over to the little missy and ask her to get some chocolate on her way home.
So here I am having lost my sleep and my £2 coin which I was planning on using to buy my breakfast with the next day. Thought I might as well add this on my blog to warn people from opening their front doors for the next 5 days as children have now become too enterprising for our good.
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