Day Fifteen: Something a little different!

I began the day with a semblance of hope,

that the day would pan out full and long.

I ate my yoghurt, but not my toast,

and I listened to many a song.

I made me a list of things I had to do:

reading, cut nails, and more reading.

The readings, however, were not on the net,

So it was the library which I would be needing.

I packed up some lunch - three cheese, many grape,

and made my way down to the station,

but when I got there, I forgot where to go,

so many lines in this nation!

Eventually I asked a kind man with a badge,

and he told me to where I should go,

so I hopped on the tube, when it trundled on in,

though a bus would've been fun, they're too slow!

I arrived at Paul Mellon: a fabulous man,

though dead now, was incredibly wealthy.

He furnished the archives in which I did find

the books that will keep my grades healthy!

I sat there alone from eleven til two,

then decided I needed to move.

So I borrowed a book - for the first time ever -

(she says, as if she has something to prove!)

I left with the book and intentions to take

a bus to a fancy cafe.

But the cafe was far, and the tubes don't run late,

thus I thought, "in this area, must I stay!"

At first I formed the honorable plan

to take the nearest and fastest red bus,

but I was distracted by some shops on the way

and realised that explore I must.

So I stopped in a shop, or two... really three,

a clothes store with SALE, a book store, Sainsb'ry,

and you should proud, dear reader, you see

I only bought jeans! Miss Thrifty, that's me.

From the store with the clothes I spied something close:

a station called Tottenham Court Road.

I had to pass by a band, in the street, loud and grand,

whose angry music, like a flood torrent, flowed

down with me as I trudged down the stairs,

and tried to find out where to go.

I know there are signs, and directions, whatnot,

but it really does help if you know!

I found one tube, which I thought was aright,

and it was, sort of, almost.

I ended up taking three tubes, not two - 

of my directional skills, I don't boast!!!

Finally I thought I had made it,

but no.

I fell to the ground,

in my mind.

Just before my door, in a perilous place,

I was greeted by Pret a Manger's grinning face.

She smiled at me, "welcome!"

"Hello dear," she said.

"Come inside, my precious,

I have lots of nice bread."

So I caved, I admit, and with a sigh of defeat,

I snuck in at the door, and succumbed to my treat.

To be fair, I'd done well, with my reading and all,

and really, and truly, was it such a bad fall?

Temptation is dangerous, in all of it's forms;

am I being too kind, making coffees the norm?

I don't think I am, because I do try very hard

to enjoy them, adore them, write them poems like a bard.

In fact, if you read yesterday's LONG blog post,

which I finished today, because last night I was toast,

(not literally, you know, metaphorically I mean:

I was sleepy last night, and to blog, not that keen!)

So if you did read yesterday's stuff,

which I hope you did think was up to the snuff,

you read what I wrote in Pret a Manger,

with a mocha beside me, which I probably wouldn't share!

Thus I wrote my blog post, in leisurely style,

and stayed sitting inside there for quite a long while!

I was comfortable there, in my bar-stool-like chair,

with the table up high and my feet in the air.

Too soon I was done, and I had to return

with much reading to do, and some cooking to burn.

I trudged up the stairs, slightly weak at the knees,

but reached our strong door, and said "Abracadabra, would you open, please?"

Unfortunately I was never invited to Hogwarts,

though I have had my fair share of Hogwartian thoughts.

And so "alohamora" didn't kick it for me,

and I had to open the door with my key.

I was hungry, tonight, so I ate straight away:

and well may you ask, "what was dinner, I pray?"

In a tone of contentment and pride I would say,

"my good fellow, my dinner was delectable today."

Perfect pasta and red onion and spring onion, please,

garnished with coriander leaves, baby trees,

and a mixture of egg and milk and tomato,

which would have gone well finished off with gelato!

However, I have had to make do with ice cream,

though to be sure ice cream would do, even for the dear queen!

And now sit here I in front of the screen,

fed and happy, and showered and (hopefully?) clean.

I hope you have enjoyed this trés different post;

though probably, I think, I enjoyed it the most!

Oh and one last thing: today I found out, you see,

that one of my friends is now in Germany!

I do love it here: in London, it's grand!

Though I have essays due - I hope they go to plan!

So now I will sleep, once I've published this poem,

and may God fare ye well as you make your way home!