Love. Conkers. Everything.
June 11, 2007
It was an odd Spring just passed, early and hot. It didn’t live up to its promise and it went back to ordinary weather, if a little cold.
The horsechestnut trees felt it too and started producing conkers, thinking they’d had Summer. Then it warmed up and the leaves didn’t drop, so we’ve got conkers amid and green leaves.
To be honest, I’m not feeling great. I’m a bit run down and need to take it a little easy today. I didn’t sleep much and I couldn’t miss work today but I wanted to post something because that’s what I said I’d do every day.
I should probably have a bank of posts I keep just for such occasions, instead of writing these things every day, but they don’t freeze well.
It’s probably that fucking pizza. Everyone else feel OK?
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The Bronze Second Dan meal doesn’t include a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.
Jesus. I specifically… (sigh) -let me call them.
Sorry Katy. Leave it with me.
You know, we joke around here and have a laugh (don’t we?), but you really do get 20 per cent off.
Feel better, Cliff.
Oh. Er. Yes. I don’t want you to feel that I was not concerned about you just because the first thing I did was complain about the discount.
Wendy and I will now have a chat about people making other people look bad by being nice and considerate and kind whilst other people are being selfish about ice cream and not caring about their friends. Excuse us a moment.
Run down and hungover. Wait. No, that could be you but it’s me this morning. Sorry you’re not feeling well. Eat some pizza and take paracetemol.
aw chin up cliffie chops… monday blues maybe? am shattered from excessive week / weekend / weak ends
blah blah blah
And I feel fine.
(Brilliant title for the entry, by the way. That is the kind of stuff that keeps me coming back every day.)
Thanks for the chat, Katy. I *think* I get it now. Did we agree that I could carry on being nice to Cliff, but (carry on) be(ing) a bitch to everyone else? And I have to give you one of my sides and the entire bottle of (diet) pop everytime I order?
Thanks everyone. It was a badly-nursed hangover which cloaked the onset of a cold. I was flanked on both sides and stood no chance.
I’m better now. More tomorrow, when they can try and fucking stop me.
Wendy, if you start giving away your benefits it makes a mockery of the whole club membership grading system.
Wendy, that was indeed the deal. I await my hotwings.
Incidentally, I am typing this on my new Mac which I bought today. Does this comment seem younger, trendier, more ergonomic and user-friendly? Thought so.
Do I have any say in this at all?
Incidentally, my spam filter is holding your comments for approval because it recognises the new machine. I’m not sure how long it will take before you are seen as a friendly.
Anyway, that’s the only reason your comments aren’t appearing, not because of any flagrant disregard for the membership priviledges and abuse of Wendy’s Quadruple Platinum Eagle Club status with your fancy i-comments. Or anything.
I’m still banting.
I’m still being nice, right? I really am. But Cliff, I can’t find anything – even in the small print – that says that I can’t let Katy sample my hotwings, my chicken strippers or any of my sauce. You might want to have a lawyer check your Ts and Cs while you’re sorting the global deal out.
Leave a comment. Play nice. I will turn this blog around.