"What are you saying?"
"I don't understand."
He took a moment, then tried again.
"I need 80p."
"Oh." I looked at his face, which was half asleep.
We were outside Sainsburys, where I'd sat down, having just spent £3 on 2 smoothies.
I'd been wondering, while sipping my vanilla bean concoction, whether this was decadent for an intern that hasn't sorted out a Saturday job.
"Take this instead," I said, thrusting the second smoothie into his hands.
"I've not got any change," I added, smiling.
"Thanks," he mumbled, but didn't move. His dazed look intensified and he gestured to his lips.
"You've still got milk 'round your mouth," he managed.
"Oh." I wiped it off.
With great effort, he winked. It reminded me of the way old fashioned doll-babies wink, one eyelid following the other…
I started my internship today - four celebrity interview transcripts in one afternoon. Quite fascinating, as I feel like I've been socialising with them in depth.
I also ate some cake and applied for some things. It's been a good day.
Check out my VB report about cold cases of rape being investigated in Hampshire…
I noted at the briefing that all four police officers were men, while all five journalists were women.
Is there a shortage of female detectives? Possibly - I don't know .
The question of whether there are any women on Operation Galaxy's team only occurred to me afterwards. I don't know anything about the balance of gender in investigating rape cases but I've sent a follow-up email because I suspect it's an important question.
Oh dear it's past 1 already. Time for bed.
I will leave you with an amusingly erotic secretary (or intern?), courtesy of Belle and Sebastian.