AN UNUSUAL WEEK
This week I blew the chance to tell Alan Johnson MP what I thought of the Iraq war and hung out in a cafe with a Secretary of State for something or other. I'd blog about it, but I might have burnt my cornea so I'm staying away from the computer (as you can tell).
This Bank Holiday Weekend I have found comfort in crisps, cake and icecream because it has rained non-stop. The sky is black. I've gone no where. Done nothing. I might have finished grouting the kitchen tiles but for the fact that the thought of another trip to B&Q made me want to scream. That and the fact that I've got another cold.
Now West Brom lose to Derby at Wembley.
Oh that this too, too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew, because I can't be arsed with all of this anymore.
4 comments:
Less grousing, more grouting.
Very salty, crisps.
I would come and do your grouting for you if I didn't live some 4,000 miles away.
On the other hand, if you paid for my ticket......
I hope you are well again soon.
Cheer up. I had a shit weekend too. And I've got a cold. And it's raining. But then I don't have grouting to do. It's well boring. I feel your pain. I much prefer sawing and hammering bits of wood.
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