Long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, her hand held the curtain lightly. Standing in the window of her Hotel room in her underwear, looking out at the world seemingly unaware that some of the world were looking back. She lingered by the glass for quite some time before turning back into the darkness of her room, closing the curtains behind her.

In the last 24 hours I have been asked a bunch of stupid/pointless/lazy arse questions:

"Does Simon have his cell phone on?" [phone call]
"What's the date on Monday?"
"Why isn't it starting?" [broken car]
"Would you like a piece of strudel?"
"Do you know what the time is?"
"Are you still grumpy?"
"Do you have any jumper leads?"
"Have you left yet?" [land line phone call]
"Aren't you finished yet?"



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One of the great pleasures of Winter is wearing your winter coat. Part of the wonders of a winter coat are the surprising things you left it it's pockets the season before: ticket stubs to that wonderful show; buttons that popped off your shirt; wrapped boiled sweets; coinage. If you are *really* lucky you'll find a nicely folded $5 note and you think "sweet" because it's like bonus money. So imagine my joy this morning while rummaging around in a seldom-used-purse for the $4 in coins for my Parking to find £25 (NZ$74.40) shoved in the tight side pocket. I used that purse while in the UK last year. So yay me, I found bonus money! Money for Jam. --------

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