Footnotes

After rushing home at a demonic speed yesterday so I could have a canoodle with The Hildy I fell into a kind of torpor.  I think the rush of getting the house ready to sell* and the hot weather have had a detrimental effect on my energy levels.  Obviously I need more caffeine or I need to curl up in a ball and sleep for a week.

Having had a restful nights slumber I awoke to the hissing** of my clock radio and curled around the lovely Hildy for a quick bleary eyed snuggle before rising from my bed.  Traditionally I am politely*** asked to leave when my snuggles get too….well you know.

So I had a soak in the bath.  I fear that I may have dozed off slightly as the sudsy goodness eased the aches from my old bones.  Either that or I am the victim of an 30 minute alien abduction and memory erase.  I suspect the latter but don’t have any proof.  I don’t even feel “probed”****

Things started to go down hill after I go out of the bath.  My alien abduction experience left my brain fuddled and in need of coffee but the loss of time (again alien abduction related) made it impossible or me to actually drink it.  I threw on some clothes***** and set off for the train station but was forced to get on the purple Wales and West Alphaline train.  Alphaline trains vibrate at just that annoying frequency that sympathizes with the bones in my inner ear.  This means that traveling on them makes me dizzy******. 

At Worthing the Evil Bitch Queen from the Planet Strop got on the train and decided that I was the perfect person on the train to annoy.  I was obviously sitting in “her” chair because she clumped her fat arse down opposite me, shoved my paperwork at me like it was smeared in poo*******, actually pushed my laptop and clicked at me.  I wouldn’t mind if the train was packed and there was nowhere else to sit because I would be the inconsiderate bastard hogging a table with my work stuff but there were two empty tables nearby that the Evil Bitch Queen from the Planet Strop could have used.  Obviously I had to retaliate so I gave her my most vicious hard stare and I’m sure that even now she is still quaking in her boots.  I’d be surprised if she had the nerve to actually use a train again.  I mean ever.

On the plus side I’m meeting the ever so adorable Slytherin Head Girl for drinks after work.  I want to ask her where I can get a house tie (old style) but given the state of my brain today I doubt if I’ll remember.

* Oh?  Have I not mentioned that I am selling my house.  Well I am.  Please see previous blog entries about it and if you like what you see then make me an offer so I can move to le château de grenouille.

** For some reason my clock radio only hisses when I am in the room.  As soon as I leave it blares out crap music to it’s little transistorised heart’s content.  If I walk back in to the bedroom: “hisssssssssss”.  I don’t know why.

*** The Hildy likes her sleep and her polite morning routine occasionally involves threats of physical violence.

**** Thankfully.

***** I mean this literally because I was half way down the road when I realised that my shirt was half undone and I hadn’t done my belt up.  I obviously need help dressing myself in the mornings.

****** Dizzy,
I’m so Dizzy, my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it’s you girl, making it spin
you’re making me dizzy

The first time that I saw you, girl
I knew that I just had to make you mine
But it’s so hard to talk to you with fellas
hanging ’round ya all the time

I want you for my sweet pet,
but you keep playing hard to get
You’re going round in circle all the time

Dizzy,
I’m so Dizzy, my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it’s you girl, making it spin
you’re making me dizzy

Finally got to talk to you,
and I told you just exactly how I felt,
Then I held you close to me,
and I kissed you, and my heart began to melt

Girl you’ve got control of me
‘Cause I’m so dizzy, I can’t see
I need to call a doctor for some help

Dizzy,
I’m so Dizzy, my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it’s you girl, making it spin
you’re making me Dizzy, my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it’s you girl, making it spin
you’re making me Dizzy

I’m Dizzy

I’m Dizzy

Like a whirlpool

Dizzy

Dizzy

Dizzy

(repeat till end)

******* i.e. with her fingertips

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9 responses to “Footnotes

  1. *looks* um i think that your flying low too… Dizzzzzzy… La la la la Like a whirlpooooool……. la la…

  2. F.A.B it wouldn’t surprise me but I want to know why you were looking. Eh?

    The Face of Jel, is that just you or have you been on a train? Or have you been standing outdoors with your arms stretched out spinning about like a spining top in a summer dress?

  3. i’ve been spinning in my slightly see-through summer dress with pretty panties on…..

    perhaps

  4. Thank you for that image. I shall treasure it forever.

  5. I couldnt help but notice since your belt was undone and your shirt open.
    Manboobs not a good look by the way.. hehe

  6. Oi F.A.B they aren’t manboobs. They are relaxed muscle from my body building days.

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