The Missing Poppy

I’m a bit shit when it comes to being charitable and giving and that.

But two things in each year I always am good at. 11th November, Poppy Day and 1st December, World AIDS day.

Today is 11th November, I have no poppy. I have seen some poppy poeple for the last week or sobut have never had money on me or not enough money etc.

Bascially I have been a selfish cunt.

But I always meant to get one.

But now, on the way to work (late again) with barely two hours until there is to be the 11am two minute silence, I find myself wondering where one can buy poppies.

I tried Boots in Kings Cross, Boots is surely the kind of shop that you can get poppies, isn’t it? Well apparently not. No poppies here.

Next to Boots is a WH Smiths, I am now late for work, but again, nothing, lots of Yorkies, but no Poppies.

This was getting desperate, I was getting very late for work and there were no more ossible poppy outlets on the way. Could I be charitable in hindsight, will they still sell them after today, what if I buy two next year?

By the time half ten had gone, my poppy guilt had faded, one of those marish days where everyhing crept away.

Nearing eleven I was desperate for a coffee so I nipped to the office kitchen to make myself one.

You guessed it… completely missed the two min silence. I like to think I kept silent when I was making coffee, but afriad I was whistling.

They did die in vain…