The unusual results of an unexpected phone call
Last Wednesday, I got a call from Colette from Ashurt Organics, to ask if I could possibly come in to work the following day. She said she was down on help and people were sick. I had just run out of veg, and had been meaning to give her a ring anyway to go and volunteer. But this was even better. I was going to get paid. Okay, so it ain’t billions with bonuses, but it is money. And these days, I ain’t complaining when that comes my way.
So I dutifully arrange a lift with Leif (often called Leaf), who also lives in Brighton. Last time we went in with Leif’s girlfriend, and started the day off with lots of discussions about projects in London and Brighton. This time, we were going by motorbike. I haven’t been on a motorbike since I was a tiny, bare-footed young thing, and my cousin Max tore round our old summer place in Sweden. Twenty years later, it was just as exciting. Whizzing through town and countryside, relaxing into the journey. The journey back was a little more scary, purely because I was carrying a large sack of veg and that affect my ability to balance.
I also left with a paper envelope with my wage. I have also run out of my last batch of Samuel Close deodorant. So I decided to take the plunge and go and buy rock crystal, essentials oils, pestle and mortar and an oil burner. I feel so much happier for it.
My house is getting pleasantly scented of lemongrass. Just as well as it normally doesn’t smell very nice (meat fumes rising from the kitchen, and two cats don’t help). So I’m very grateful for my call from Colette, unexpected day of work and my smelly results.