Friday is Day 15, and my energy is definitely fading, like a
battery that has been doing its job for too long. However Sully, one of the
Romford lads, made me feel ashamed of my lacklustre performance by getting a
woman to take interest, that I had not engaged at all. As a result I upped my
game and was active for several hours, calling my wares like Molly Malone. It
was very productive and I got more leaflets distributed than nearly any other
day. By half past four, though, the
steam had gone and I was yawning regularly.
Day 16 Saturday was very busy, and people were
enthusiastically engaging with me and the product so time passed very quickly.
Towards the end of the day I was getting tired and couldn’t wait to leave. A
short tube journey would take me to the Angel Islington to meet my wife and
daughter for a lovely meal at the Gate vegetarian restaurant. The food was as
good as I had been told, and the combinations of flavours were exquisite. I had
tomato stuffed pepper followed by tortillas stuffed with a variety of
vegetables and spices on a bed of guacamole and topped off by an orange
flavoured crème brulee; delicious. The back to Janes with Fran as fast as
possible because we would lose an hour’s sleep due to the time change to
British Summer Time.
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