a supplier came into the shop looking for the person who'd made the part i was holding and looked past me twice while i was answering him. i was raging by the second time, like would he prefer the machine to introduce me. the boss said she'd made it, ask her, and suddenly the man could hear me perfectly well. delighted the boss said it but annoyed he had to. told the girls later and one said at least he listened in the end, which is true and also not the point. himself understood straight away and offered to come in wearing a dress to see if it confused him more hahaha.

grandad has a drawer of things he says might be useful and i used to think half of them were just bits he couldn't be bothered throwing out. went looking for something to fix a loose bit on my desk and he knew exactly which tin had the size i needed. not labelled, nothing, straight to it. at work we'd have it on a list and still spend ten minutes asking who moved it. wondering if he actually remembers every piece or just knows the shape of what he has after all those years. asked him and he said put it back where you found it. very educational answer, thanks a million.

training was savage tonight, not even a match just one of those drills where the ball lands right and your feet seem to know what they're at for once. could feel my legs burning on the last few runs but in a good way, not the dead heavy feet after standing on concrete in the shop. my wrist clicked when i took the glove off and i gave it a rest while the girls finished. then walked to the car with my hair wet and the cold getting through the jersey, absolutely starving. himself asked was i sore and i said no, then tried getting out of the Micra at home hahaha apparently a small bit.