Saturday, 15 September 2018
Saturday Slavering
Why is it clouds spread like huge angels wings high above us. Early this morning I wandered up to Sainsburys for milk and was impressed by the huge thin cloud covering way high up. The intervening trails left by Stansted traffic were not so impressive but even more noticeable. I would have studied them more but the car park at that time is not a place to muse on clouds, or so some indicated.
On the way I was met by one of my neighbours, it appears she leaves tomorrow, something about money I hear. II was tempted to say it is a shame they don't give two pence on a bottle these days as that way you would have had enough cash to pay the rent at the end of every week but managed not to mention this.
Having collected the things I went for bar the ones I forgot I then finished some of the chores of the day, or week if truth be told, and then after lunch went down to the museum to help the poor lassie who was all on her own - she said.
Naturally there were plenty of people around, three in the office alone, and yet I was forced to waste good football watching time listening to her moaning. I missed the Hamburg game, that is one from the German second division as you know, and instead had to work when I ought not. However as You know I never complain.
As I returned home I found the door open and two women wandering in and out. Apparently one, possibly both are moving in. Two women! l like a quiet house and two wimmen are moving in! Can you imagine? Not only but they both look in early 20's so they will be noisy, full of fun an laughter and even worse have friends. Dearie me what is the place coming to?
I wonder if it is possible to get a shotgun licence...?
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5 comments:
Over run with wimmin...worse than mice!
And whatever you do, do not introduce yourself by asking if they like ironing...
Fly, As if I would....
You really need to look into the "Cloud Collector Society". When you become its president, you will thank me.
I always like to look at the sky, unless it is white and still, in which case I hate it.
Kay, President? Sounds good.
Jenny, No white sky from now on...
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