Work

Urgh….I’ve got to go to work tomorrow.

For three hours.

It takes me an hour to get there and an hour to get home assuming that the trains run on time. Ha.

If I just lie in bed all morning do you think that people would notice?

I have a theory…

…it could be bunnies.

I explained to The Hildy my theory last night.  Whenever I explain one of my carefully thought out but slightly odd theories to The Hildy she gives me that look.  You know the one?  The “I love you but you’d better not have passed on your crazy genes to the kids” look.

At least she didn’t back away in terror like she did when I explained the idea about the people who live behind the mirror and pretend to be our reflections.  She’s obviously getting used to me.

Anyway, my theory.

The working week is too short for me to get all the work done that I need to do.  The weekend is too short for me to properly relax.  This makes Mondays particularly harrowing as I’m still in “weekend mode” while I have work to do.  Obviously I’d like to work less and relax more but needs must and all that so I cannot reduce the number of days overall that I work.  A solution came to me though. 

Rather than work 5 days in every 7 why not work 7 days in every 10.  The ratio works out almost the same.  Instead of working 260 days less holiday I’d work 256 days less holiday in a year.  The advantage is that I’d have enough time to do my work and get more time off at the weekend.

The problem I can see though is what to name the other three days.  Suggestions please.

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Clearly the posts I leave encourage spam more than they do actual people.

Marvellous!

Christmas do menu

All food served to the tables

Kings Arthur’s Broth

(Served in cauldrons)

A hearty Mutton broth served with crusty cobs

**

Baked loin of Pig with Honey and Cider Apples

Many Hens well roasted

Plump sausages of Beef with Sage and whole baby Onions

Rosemary roasted Potatoes

Wholesome roots of vegetables

Sprouts with Chestnuts

**

Plum pudding with fruits, berries and fresh Cream

Sounds good eh?  Unless you’re a vegetarian like me.  I think I’ll give it a miss.

Martial Art

Evil

Happy POETS day everybody.

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.

Some people should not be allowed to use telephones.

I’ve just had a call from an utter twonk to reschedule a meeting and rather than pause between comments he kept muttering “do de do de doo”.  What’s that about?

Also The Boss has sent round a shittygram to all staff.  Apparently someone has been stealing bog rolls.  Yeah, that’s right.  Now if I were going to rob my work place I’d steal something worth having.  To risk your job for the sake of some arse paper is just about the stupidest thing I’ve heard all day.

It is only 9:15 though.

Finally, the walk to work this morning was plagued with nutters.  I saw mumblers, drunken stumblers, vacant grinners and even a soap box preacher in the 20 minutes it took to walk from the train station to the office.

It must be a full moon.