What day is sleep escapes me, my knees hurt, I keep seeing museums in front of my eyes and the book is not getting written no matter how many words I add. I ache, weight increases (possibly because of too many 'yum yums') and I am soooo tired. I worked late attempting to sell stuff at the museum, four birthday cards and a jar of sweets or two! I reckon talking to the visitors wore me out. Lovely discussions but they do go on and I was groaning as much as my knees were.
I note the chancellor has offered up a budget, I will look into this tomorrow when I awake, about ten, and see how much the poor will suffer and how his friends will benefit. Not that I'm cynicalyou understand....
Good night...
6 comments:
Oh dear ~ perhaps some multivitamins?
Stay in bed its just as you predicted. The poor have to subsidise his mates.
You're a good man, Charlie Brown! All that hard work and having to deal with the public with a smile never leaving your face.
And once your knees stop groaning and you stop moaning after having a good night's sleep the new day will make you feel like a new man...well, you know what I mean!!
Not at all cynical...just realistic.
So, pretty much another day?
Carol, No just sleep and lots of chicken!!!
Mo, No surprise there!
Lee, Who said anything about smiling...?
Fly, Realistic is the word!
Jerry, About right! :)
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