Tuesday, 15 July 2014

The Story Of The Helmet-Wearing, Philosophy-Reading Woman In The Library.

I came to the library today out of desperation to get my cluttered and messy mind out of my cluttered and messy house. Grand plans to write wonderful pieces and incredible poetry all quickly turn to shit. I don't know why, it just happens sometimes. Even though the boys are back at school after the holidays and I put spaghetti bolognaise in the slow cooker so I don't have to worry about dinner. I'm just not feeling it.

Just as I was about to push past that (because it is possible - you can push past your blocks and get the words out anyway) something entirely unexpected and wonderful happened.

This woman wearing a sea-green knitted jumper plonked her shit down opposite me and I was so transfixed I started documenting it on twitter. I love her. I bet she has a messy house too.

In one tweet I accidentally wrote helmet-reading instead of helmet wearing but that's ok. I can live with that. It's other mistakes, other regrets at the moment that I'm having so much trouble living with.

But then in she swanned, not a worry in the world, eating chocolate and not taking her helmet off the ENTIRE time. She knew it was still on her head, she just adjusted the straps. I can't talk to her, cannot initiate any conversation because I don't want to spoil it.

She's still here, reading. I type furiously because soon I have to leave to pick Rocco up from school.

UPDATE: She just rested the book on the arm of her chair and is now taking a nap. Still with the helmet. I have never loved a stranger so much in all my life.

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