It's Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven, isn't it. Yeah. It is though, isn't it. Aye, it is. Uh-huh and yuppers. For sure and for sure. I'm right though yeah - it is isn't it. But it is though, yeah. I'm dead sure it is - it is, isn't it.
47 minutes i spent outside your door, shivering and soaking wet cos it was raining quite a lot "bordering on pissing down", i was soaked and cold and as i was knocking on Bwians store entrance barely holding onto life, i could see the cleaners and they were pretending not to notice me but i knew they could see me...
At 1 point i actually seen what looked like the cleaning supervisor turn to some godly figure and although i am not perfect in the art of lip reading, i'm sure i read her lips saying....
"Mr Corugilander, what shall we do with this sopping wet chap outside?"
I could not see his answer but upon seeing the cleaning supervisor squash her nose against the door and mutter "sod off scouse, we don't sell towels, go get dried elsewhere"
Kinda made me realise that Bwians might not actually sell towels so from now on, i'll shop at matalan if i happen to become wet again!
Much love tho
Scouse - Shakin, not stirred but dry!
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