One more for the gutter.
Haven’t been here for a while and probably won’t do again this God forsaken year.
So, in brief:
Colin flat-lined in the ambulance
Ann crashed the car
Two Mothers, 12 months, 4 cars.
Nan smoked her way through it all
Yes minnietheminx 's family, possibly out of neglect, have made a late bid to out-do the mad family Thompson.
Weekends are no longer our own.
But, I guess, they haven’t been for some time now.
I finally have Enduring Power of Attorney
I also have a will.
There is something quite sobering about that first line in its dark gothic script declaring “The Last Will & Testament of”
Still, at least I now know who gets the drum kit and the PG Tips monkey.
Mother, having pestered to move out of the family home, and having found a buyer, has decided she doesn’t like the people enough to want to sell. This after months of gnashing & out-pourings of how she “won’t spend one more Christmas in this village.”
Father will be spending Xmas in Leicester General where he has been since March.
We have heard no more from the Primary Care Trust
Not since we related all the nonsense to Alan Duncan MP.
10:30pm in the Big Brother House
This years Christmas present for half of my work colleagues will be their redundancy notice. One of them apparently, will get a reprieve (When reality TV and reality collide). Consequently I have set up a voting hot-line. Premium rates apply.
I, as a ‘key retainer’ (ahem) am not a contender in this round, possibly because they need me to Project Manage a company wide office re-fit by the end of March. This usually is a 6 week, 7 day a week operation, which is going to be interesting, what with the aforementioned family stuff.
chezDaisy
Big fire in Tyre Town, 150 evacuated. I awoke abruptly ready to be very sick and feeling like I was chewing on a fire-lighter.
A couple of days later and the police are swarming outside.
Apparently not a rapid response team or a new Metropolitan initiative but an episode of the Bill.
And stuff
French lessons are finished for the year and I have survived
Moreover I am happy that it allows me to put my head somewhere else.
Joyeux Noel
Idiot son must for now remain as un-finished business
Facebook continues to grow, as do the plethora of applications I keep getting invited to
And keep ignoring.
I’m still haunted by the vision of the man on the Northern Line who sank two fat cream éclairs and a large block of Cadbury’s wholenut between Brixton & Stockwell.
That is some sugar rush.
I have taken a different approach.
Upon being informed that a bottle of red wine a night is equivalent to a 3 course meal
I have done away with the 3 course meal.
Oh, and never go to a SiouXsie gig and declare that they wouldn’t be half bad if they got a decent singer.
People may take offense.
Au revoir
So, in brief:
Colin flat-lined in the ambulance
Ann crashed the car
Two Mothers, 12 months, 4 cars.
Nan smoked her way through it all
Yes minnietheminx 's family, possibly out of neglect, have made a late bid to out-do the mad family Thompson.
Weekends are no longer our own.
But, I guess, they haven’t been for some time now.
I finally have Enduring Power of Attorney
I also have a will.
There is something quite sobering about that first line in its dark gothic script declaring “The Last Will & Testament of”
Still, at least I now know who gets the drum kit and the PG Tips monkey.
Mother, having pestered to move out of the family home, and having found a buyer, has decided she doesn’t like the people enough to want to sell. This after months of gnashing & out-pourings of how she “won’t spend one more Christmas in this village.”
Father will be spending Xmas in Leicester General where he has been since March.
We have heard no more from the Primary Care Trust
Not since we related all the nonsense to Alan Duncan MP.
10:30pm in the Big Brother House
This years Christmas present for half of my work colleagues will be their redundancy notice. One of them apparently, will get a reprieve (When reality TV and reality collide). Consequently I have set up a voting hot-line. Premium rates apply.
I, as a ‘key retainer’ (ahem) am not a contender in this round, possibly because they need me to Project Manage a company wide office re-fit by the end of March. This usually is a 6 week, 7 day a week operation, which is going to be interesting, what with the aforementioned family stuff.
chezDaisy
Big fire in Tyre Town, 150 evacuated. I awoke abruptly ready to be very sick and feeling like I was chewing on a fire-lighter.
A couple of days later and the police are swarming outside.
Apparently not a rapid response team or a new Metropolitan initiative but an episode of the Bill.
And stuff
French lessons are finished for the year and I have survived
Moreover I am happy that it allows me to put my head somewhere else.
Joyeux Noel
Idiot son must for now remain as un-finished business
Facebook continues to grow, as do the plethora of applications I keep getting invited to
And keep ignoring.
I’m still haunted by the vision of the man on the Northern Line who sank two fat cream éclairs and a large block of Cadbury’s wholenut between Brixton & Stockwell.
That is some sugar rush.
I have taken a different approach.
Upon being informed that a bottle of red wine a night is equivalent to a 3 course meal
I have done away with the 3 course meal.
Oh, and never go to a SiouXsie gig and declare that they wouldn’t be half bad if they got a decent singer.
People may take offense.
Au revoir