He's right you know.
Coffee, WebEx, Data, coffee, WebEx, data,
Looking at the house/garden refurbishment spreadsheet in horror, especially in light of what I paid for my first house in Cov back in 1998.
Bailing shortly. Weekend of all the usual guff.
As an aside, a skip lorry has just run over a Mini down the road here. Everyone ok and because its a civvie shout I could meander past rubber necking with the best of them.
homers double wrote:
I hate people in the gym on their phones, get off the damn thing and stop sitting on machines hogging them whilst you post pictures of yourself on the internet.
I have some golf bats.
I could never get into the general khuntery, bumptious [email protected] and provincial pettifoggery, but had some amusing p1ssed up weekends away. There was that weekend I spent well north of 500 quid in Spearmint Rhino in Bournemouth, because of (almost certainly misplaced) paternal concern for two of the dancers. I just paid 'em to sit and chat.
Anyone want any golf bats?
Stinking blustery headwind on the way home. A stiff cognac to ease the ache in the legs.