Isn’t it lovely to be missed?

Apparently I haven’t blogged for 11 days.  This is quite a break considering I used to blog daily without fail (even if I had nothing to say) and quite often I would blog several times in the same day.  Of course this was back in the heady and frantic days of “20Six that was” when an entry would attract dozens of comments and a good entry could go up to a hundred or more.  It’s good over here though.  I haven’t seen a bitchy comment over here at all and there is a distinct lack of spam.  This is very cool.

Anyway I have several excuses. some of them are even good.  However I won’t bore you with the details except to sell that my house is now clean, tiny and has a faint hint of a paint smell when you go through the front door.  It is also on the market for £35k more than I paid for it four years ago.  I think that this is a lot of money and if I thought it was sustainable I would buy and sell houses and live off the profit.  Sadly the extra filthy luca will be going on a deposit for an enormous mansion with it’s own Olympic sized swimming pool and helicopter pad….OK possibly just a bigger garden and more rooms.  It does have a pond though so I’m counting that as the pool.

One thing that I have discovered about myself in the past week and nearly another week is that I am excellent at tiling.  If I weren’t already an internationally renowned celebrity foot model and cheese taster (don’t try these at the same time) I would seriously consider cutting and gluing tiles to walls and floors for a living.  Seriously, I’m that good.

I’m not so good with the painting though…unless one of the skills of painting is to get it in your hair and on your elbows at the same time.  I suspect it isn’t which is why a career as a decorator eludes me.

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The “ladies” in the office are discussing the various merits of spitting or swallowing.  It’s all quite graphic and the general opinion seems to be against swallowing. 

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So apart from me being rich then poor again, but only in my own mind, nothing much is going on. 

I have some questions three for you.  Yes, you, my fellow WordPressers.

1. If you were rich beyond belief what would you choose to do with your time?
2. Spit or swallow?  State your own preference please.  Come on, don’t be shy.
3. Make something up.