Why a visit from Mr Slap is imminent
Hazy came over about work. I was already doing what she was here to ask about so I helpfully told her to go back to her desk.
“Are you going to let him talk to me like that, Tall Andy?”
“Look, it’s the nicest I’ve spoken to anyone today, Hazy. Don’t push your luck.”
Joseph piped up: “Today’s a beautiful day to pick up a convertible car.”
“Yes. I know.”
“What’s the forecast for tomorrow?”
“Torrential rain, as you know well.”
“Hehehe”
Meanwhile Leah is busy adding things to my To Do list.
I tell you, Mr Slap will be here by the end of the day …
Oh, and another thing or two
- Lightheadedness, possibly due to the insomnia being worse than ever.
Yes, I know it’s ten past three ….
Being rather silly, and porridge oats
Early symptoms of no longer being on HappyPillsTM:
- No more plateau of emotions. Woo hoo! Bah. Woo hoo!
- Significantly more people seem to be interested in a visit from Mr. Slap - it can’t be long until I get another of my -oh-so-amusing Encounters With Ineptitude
More to follow, I’m sure.
Sunday Lunch and I Spy
Thanks to his good behaviour, Dad’s now allowed off the ward (when accompanied) outside normal visiting hours. As a result, I booked us a table at the Green Dragon - he went there a fortnight ago with Wuglums but I’ve not been back to the Dragon since it burned down, many years ago.
Now, one of us was woken at his normal time while the other slept a little late and skipped breakfast.
One of us weighs about 6 stone while the other’s almost three times that *gulp*.
Guess which one managed to put away three full courses?
The trip back was a lengthy one at six and a half hours - serves me right for whizzing straight past the turn towards Birmingham and just carrying on the M4 (so named as 4mph seemed to be the average speed at times). It was late, therefore, when I stumbled back through the door at rARsh Manor.
Today was a paperwork day. A lunchtime appointment with Walt to sort out some new life cover to go with the mortgage and a quick stop off at Constipation Motors to leave them the certificate for the new car so they could arrange the road duty licence in time for Friday. I arrived not 5 minutes after a certain shiny vehicle. I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Something beginning with wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Armed and dangerous
I went, for the first time, to the medieval village at Cosmeston Lakes. Every other time I’ve thought of going, the place has been shut so this was a bit of a treat for me. I think dad had been there before, but can’t be 100% sure on that as he’s no longer a reliable witness - it took me a while to convince him that today was, in fact, Saturday and not next Tuesday.
We saw medieval mothers (with their medieval pushchairs), a large cock and some very gloomy cottages.
We saw a huge pig (or, as I pointed out was possible, a very small pig with a disproportionately huge head) and moved on to the green where some weapons training was clearly getting out of hand.
All was going well - dad was very interested in the fighting - until we rounded a cottage … More »