The hairdresser upstairs brought me tea and stayed talking after the cup was empty. Nothing unusual until she left and two other stall guys immediately started grinning. I acted annoyed, told them to find paying customers, but I was enjoying it, bana. Four months and I still straighten things that don't need straightening when I hear her on the stairs. Later she sent a message saying she had been tired and liked sitting with me. Read that more times than a repair estimate needs reading. I wanted to write something good back, something that wasn't a joke, and in the end said she could come sit anytime. Meant it.

We played football until there was barely enough light to argue about the line, then I walked home with my boots in a bag because my feet were cooking. Good game, terrible finishing from our side, including me although I normally pretend defenders are exempt. I could still feel the running in my legs when I sat down. My brother wanted the chair for homework and I told him give me two minutes, then stayed there drinking water much longer. At the bench I can forget about the rest of my body while my hands are busy. After football everything reports at once. Even the meal tasted better, or I was just properly hungry.

My brother asked why a repaired phone can fail again when I've already fixed it. I started explaining separate faults, then realised he was asking because a friend said repair shops deliberately leave something wrong. That annoyed me more than it should. Been thinking about how somebody who doesn't know electronics can tell honest advice from a good performance. I show customers the damaged part, explain the price, but a dishonest person could do that too. Trust takes time and they might only come once. I don't have a clever answer for him yet. Told him to ask questions even when the technician is his brother.