Today’s good thing is sitting with Laura in her mezzanine while she paints a self portrait and I work on my Fuck You Because…. book.

If you would like your own fuck you because included, please leave it in the comments box.

Today’s good thing, thus far, is booking a place on a F**k It Day.
If you don’t know what this is, go to thefuckitlife.com
I read the F**k It book at a particularly gruelling period of my life.
It helped enormously.

I’d like a F**k You book.
In it I would write a big fuck you to everyone that merits one.

Actually, that gives me an idea….

Story for my cousin- Part VI

In the cafe I’d asked a girl behind the counter what time they shut.
The girl had looked at me, smiling, saying sorry 2 times.
Then she went into the kitchen bringing another waitress out with her.
'What time do you shut?' I asked this waitress, who understood me.
'Depending what day it is,'
Monday,’ I said, but it’s a public holiday. Maybe your closing times are different,’
'No,' she said.
'What time do you close then?'
'9.30,' she said, 'like it says on the window.'
Upstart fucking waitress, I’d thought, with your tacky nose piercing and cheap bandana in your hair.