My amazing adventures has turned out to be slightly hapless. Funnily it happened straight after I decided to start a blog about my extraordinarily fortunate life..
The runaway-weekend plan got wrecked due to a bad flu and one cracked landlady, who had changed the locks before the end of my rental agreement. After a long day of driving around we found ourselves standing outside for one and ahalf hours waiting for her to let us in to the flat, which we used to call 'home'. We needed to move my things out before the weekend trip, and this turned out to be a night of bitter fighting, kicking doors and grumping. If that wasn't bad enough, I then received a letter stating, that she will not pay my deposit back, but instead tries to charge £150 for "professional cleaning" on top of that.
My first lawsuit, how very exciting indeed.
SO, today I needed to talk with someone, and as Mr. Jones was on a duty the whole day and my social circles are fairly small in MH, I needed to make a new friend. Luckily there still seems to exist somesort of balance in the universe, and it agreed with me that it's my turn to be favoured for a change: I met a beautiful minded streetartist.
He was drawing tigers on a pavement, when I approached him with 70pence and a smile. He had a warm look in his eyes, dirty clothes, long hair on a messy ponytail and the most beautiful smile. We ended up chatting about small matters, like meaning of life, people and happiness, while drawing animals with pastelcolors. I also met some of his friends, who were passing by and stayed for a chat. After a few hours he needed to go, and he gave me a copy of his painting as a gift. We hugged and promised to meet again. I was happy and the world was smiling with me again.
I remembered, what summer should be about.
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