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Afternoon!
I've got flu me, real flu, not "man" flu...Martin doubted me therefore I threatened to sneeze on him...he shut up and made me Beechams. I had yesterday off to drug myself and I got paid for it :D He's going to pay me my contracted hours from now on regardless of how long I've been in the office (very useful in holidays) so long as all my work's done...Yay!
Hmmm...what else has happened in the world of Djinn...nowt.
Claire and I are away next weekend, spending lots of [Beaker's] money, all good...she's over excited bless her, having recurring dreams about having to wake Beaker up via poking him through the window...it's so going to happen.
Baby Josh's arrival is imminent which is good because I suspect Jus is going to explode soon.
It's my Nana's 90th on Wednesday, out for lunch to celebrate on Sunday, haven't had time to have her stones set in anything yet which is vaguely gutting...might leg it up to Catherine Best on Monday once they're shined, failing that I'll make a pretty box and a promise.
Ummm, Jess has decided she's having her first sleep-over for her birthday, girlie night! Might have to rope someone into helping...not decided yet.
Arses up to the Fermain Tavern on 24th November please, among others the Mighty Mr Meinke and Joe Driscoll of Earth Fair fame (oh, and the rest of the world) will be performing, choons to wet your knickers to! Sodding speakers are broken. Quite annoying.
Fairly pissed off...Toupee, a shit hot Southampton based group, started a tour of South UK last week, where are they playing on the one Saturday Clarie and I are in southern England? The sodding Fermain. Gits.
I've got flu me, real flu, not "man" flu...Martin doubted me therefore I threatened to sneeze on him...he shut up and made me Beechams. I had yesterday off to drug myself and I got paid for it :D He's going to pay me my contracted hours from now on regardless of how long I've been in the office (very useful in holidays) so long as all my work's done...Yay!
Hmmm...what else has happened in the world of Djinn...nowt.
Claire and I are away next weekend, spending lots of [Beaker's] money, all good...she's over excited bless her, having recurring dreams about having to wake Beaker up via poking him through the window...it's so going to happen.
Baby Josh's arrival is imminent which is good because I suspect Jus is going to explode soon.
It's my Nana's 90th on Wednesday, out for lunch to celebrate on Sunday, haven't had time to have her stones set in anything yet which is vaguely gutting...might leg it up to Catherine Best on Monday once they're shined, failing that I'll make a pretty box and a promise.
Ummm, Jess has decided she's having her first sleep-over for her birthday, girlie night! Might have to rope someone into helping...not decided yet.
Arses up to the Fermain Tavern on 24th November please, among others the Mighty Mr Meinke and Joe Driscoll of Earth Fair fame (oh, and the rest of the world) will be performing, choons to wet your knickers to! Sodding speakers are broken. Quite annoying.
Fairly pissed off...Toupee, a shit hot Southampton based group, started a tour of South UK last week, where are they playing on the one Saturday Clarie and I are in southern England? The sodding Fermain. Gits.