||[Jul. 19th, 2006|12:41 pm]
Temperature in the mid 30s. We go to Floorstogo with Karl to buy laminate flooring. They have white and orange balloons flopping sadly all round their car park. The heat is killing them- and we do our shopping to the sound of intermittent gunfire- pop, pop, pop. By the end of the morning there are only a couple left.
Nasim serves us. He makes a point of spelling out everything on the bill and the guarantee even though we don't need him to because he says people don't trust him 'cos of my colour".