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Who in our office is it* who washed up all the cups (what a star!) and
lined up the cups on the draining board in militarily neat lines,
sorted by type and with all the handles facing the same way at the same
angle? (how anal). I must know. Maybe I'll shuffle the cups about and
see who gets the most stressed out by this act of high sabotage.
*clue: it's definitely not me
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1.4.05 14:47
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Telegram to 20six community
still alive-stop-am in 20six coma until the workload at office eases-stop-hope to be back soon-stop- EOM
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12.4.05 11:18
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not even but only
why is it I tell people I am only a
lodger? Where does that little "only" sneak in uninvited? Is a lodger
really less than any other kind of person who rents their postcode?
Apparently I must think so, because that 'only' sticks itself unwanted to 'Lodger' like a fluff-covered toffee to a pocket just about everytime I use it.
And the only really doesn't
apply to me, since my Landlord (yes, the gorgeous one) puts money on a
horse for himself and me on the Grand National (I didn't ask him to, he
just did) and gave me the one with moe chance of winning money (the
horse didn't finish, useless nag - but nor did his).
But also, last night, I got home from the gym expecting to have cereal
or something similarly exciting for dinner and instead had a rib eye
steak with garlic mash and a red wine gravy put in front me, cooked by
the Gorgeous Landlord himself. I thought it only fair to share my
bar of dark fairtrade chocolate with him afterwards, but somehow it
didn't seem a fair exchange. He also kindly warned me that now he knows
where I keep my chocolate I had better find a new place to hide
it.
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12.4.05 11:51
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