It was so boring I had to reward myself with a game of Scrabble every time I finished a paragraph. They do everything from small pedal bins to industrial waste compactors and I had to read about the lot.
I spent quite a lot of time wondering what would make someone set up a business like this in the first place. What sort of life experience would drive you to something so boring?
On the bus home I found that I could name almost every type of bin we drove past. I need to stop filling my head with all this crap. Sooner or later I’m going to force out something important.
I’m like a pathetic teenager. A girl sends me a Valentine’s Day card as an obvious joke and I spend all evening fretting about whether she was serious. Of course she wasn’t serious. She’s never serious about anything.
But what if she meant it? It’s clearly up to me to make the next move, but what am I supposed to do?
