I’m strictly an incomist these days, that way nothing hangs,around long enough for someone to depreciate it
finally told today that I am going full time in a matter of weeks. I cannot wait for the full time wage and not having to pick up work from someone and pass it to them. I wont have to manically get everything sorted on a Friday when I know I will just pick it up myself. Part time has been fun as I’ve seen more of London and lots of shows.
In the Hampshire countryside. It is so quiet out there. Cold wet, wintery night. Electric blankets are fab aren’t they?
Might be safer indoors
I may have got something in my eye.
Or possibly Hayfever.
Got an email this afternoon from the Chief Marshal at the DPWTC golf thing in Dubai saying how much everyone had missed me & my sidekick Yves (& Mrs P_F in her snapper role) this week & how the whole atmosphere behind the scenes was different with even spectators on the 1st tee asking where we were.
Gulp.
Getting one in for Queen & Country.
Plan was for Roadt Duck for dinner. Nope Mrs P_F needs the oven from 7pm.
I rustle up an emergency Shepherds Pie being a bit creative with flavourings due to a shortage of the proper herbs.
Then Mother in Law turns up.
Obviously she ate with us, had no idea what it was, and I’ve just had to write down the recipe to be translated into Polish.
And no, find your own supply of HP Sauce is written on the bottom of it
On a cold damp windy morning I have just eaten a warm Cream Cheese and Cherry Doughnut.
Nothing else in life will ever be the same.
Heading back for another as soon as clients dropped to the museum.
My word that was the greatest doughnut experience of my life.
Cream Cheese? Seriously? In a Doughnut? With Cherry?
Why?
How?
OMG. NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM
Hmmm…
The neighbours have left.
The bottle of Jim Bean is empty.
I’ve had 1 beer.
Mrs P_F has just taken almost 15 minutes to make a sandwich
I just told her I have a 530am alarm call.
(OK she needed it but it took her almost 5 minutes to open the jar of pickles so I’m allowed to ROFL)
I’m being bombarded by new Polish swear words.
The Ayatollah is bottling Sloe Gin and has quite a few orders this year. She has decided to give a few friends a miniature and has asked my to create a few empty bottles.
Currently on the ouzo
Define ‘minature’…
Enough to get you bladdered?
Think pap
Just opened all the selection boxes the kids got, the bowel on the right is the sweets they like the one on the left they don’t, what to do with it
The bowel?
Evacuate the bowel?