I was on duty again today escorting ladies to and from the talk on Embroidery that we had today and then offering them drinks and cake. This meant I walked a thousand miles back and forward, never complaining about my knees nor the suffering I endured. No one I must indicate asked whether I suffered anyway as it happens.
There was a talk, then the exhibition was opened, drinks were offered and the visiting multitude inspected the works newly hung on view. I never had time to look at them, just a moment to take a picture and find the lights reflecting everywhere making that difficult. The girls had a good time however and they were all very pleased.
I just had lots of washing up as my assistant had to leave when washing up time approached. Typical female trick! I am worn out and weary, have not eaten enough and now have to watch a football game. Life is so trying I get no time to myself.
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6 comments:
Why did the ladies not feed you? And why did they need escorting? Love the Aussie embroidery. In my house, I am the only one who washes up ~ go figure.
You are are a true gentleman...even keep your moans about having to watch football until afterwards.
And the ladies just loved being in your company, as you did being in theirs, Mr. Ad-Man! Come on! Own up! Admit it!
Carol, As a mum you wash up but fail to teach him how to! He will learn when on his own.
Fly, Yes indeed. None of them listened anyway....
Lee, Indeed they did, I am sure they only come to see me. (Others take a differing point of view here)
LOL If I cook the guys wash up. Simple rules on the Hill. Poor Mr. A had to watch football. What torture. A stick improves ones imagination so be proud that you were not dulled with toys. Now where is my pencil oh I mean stick. Peace
Lady, Peace to the stick.
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