I’m working from home today.
I’ve had my laptop on my lap for nearly three hours and I’m starting to worry about the heat effecting my fertility. It really is getting uncomfortably warm. If I had any sense then I’d take a break but, you know, I’ve fathered at least four children and the cost of the snip *wince* is a bit steep so maybe I’ll just leave it a few more minutes.
It’s not comfortable though.
Hang on. I need to adjust.
I really don’t have anything else to say. This is just my bit of nonsense. Blue Soup reminded me of Alice in Wonderland over on her blog so I think nonsense is very probably the order of the day.
`I want a clean cup,’ interrupted the Hatter: `let’s all move one place on.’
I’m hoping that Ms. Right will complete my interview soon.
I’m pondering what to get The Slytherin Head Girl for her burpday. She has a wishlist dontchaknow?
I’m wondering why the hell I’m working 17 hour days at the moment. Along with my man bits I fear that my brain is melting.
Time for some ice cream I think and pretty pictures.