It was very easy to describe the time Nigella spent boring around in her little corner after the couple retreated back to have some rest. It was extremely boring and Nigella took the time to think about some of the embarrassing things she had done in primary and elementary school thinking they were cool and later regretted.
She was on her twenty something glass of juice and it's effect was slowly growing on her bladder. Even her legs were growing numb from standing for too long. She was in the corner for what? An hour or two now? She ate some snacks there and kept drowing glasses after glasses of juice. That was the only good thing about the corner, she could eat and drink without anyone judging her, or at least she wouldn't notice people judging her.
But what she did notice, was somet
