Diamond

Yesterday I helped a fello work mate carry some heavy bags. Out of the blue. I remember her telling me earlier this year how she'd had so many months off for much needed surgery and how she still had to take it slowly due to takin it easy. Some thing you just can't avoid in this job whatever your title. So today I just happened to mention.. as I witnessed her struggling with 3 heavy bags.. 'hi Jo how are you? Should you be carry heavy stuff yet?' She almost crumbled to the floor with the obvious weight of these three bags. A heavy sigh passed her lips, a which point I asked where she was heading for?! I carried one of the bags, leaving one hand free to get the gates and my keys. We chatted along the way, apparently she's had knee surgery. I never prompt anyone to tell me, that's their business, if they want to tell me then albeit. We eventually arrive at HB3, she told me I could leave it here and she'd manage the last couple of yards. She said I was a 'Diamond' for helping her. It made me smile, that is such an old fashioned term of phrase.. but I realised then I was 'cuz am always sparkling! Just some rambling I wanted to share.
I am however in the process of writing a poem for a Friend at work. She has a Birthday tomorrow, so I'll have to shake a leg tonight or some time today at work ( whilst I'm daydreaming .) Lol. I have an idea for how I'll make it.. just hope she likes it, she has no idea it's happening, but her co office work mates do! Have a lovely day people, the sun is rising here...the time is ticking away so I'd best get my ass into gear and get of to work (what joy).

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