I really should feel guilty about not going into work today. That I don't is probably a sign that it is time to move on
This morning I was woken up by my Dad asking if I was going into work. That I was lying on the floor of my room 6 inches from my bed with all of my clothes on was all the answer he really needed.
I still do a mean version of 'I Will Survive' with appropriate hand actions. It's nice to know I've still got it.
My sister is a very bad influence on me. Actually they both are but last night was the younger ones fault. I'm still enjoying having her around though.
There are some good House records. Who'd have thunk?
1.50 vodka and coke is impossible to refuse.
Bacon from the butchers is worth paying more for. So are the sausages.
To work or not to work? That is tomorrows question.
This morning I was woken up by my Dad asking if I was going into work. That I was lying on the floor of my room 6 inches from my bed with all of my clothes on was all the answer he really needed.
I still do a mean version of 'I Will Survive' with appropriate hand actions. It's nice to know I've still got it.
My sister is a very bad influence on me. Actually they both are but last night was the younger ones fault. I'm still enjoying having her around though.
There are some good House records. Who'd have thunk?
1.50 vodka and coke is impossible to refuse.
Bacon from the butchers is worth paying more for. So are the sausages.
To work or not to work? That is tomorrows question.
I've spent enough time in Wakefield that all I'm doing here in Barnsley is also sneering!