Another post about nothing in particular. I'm feeling most uninspired these days. I blame 'Red Rum' and her whining. I blame myself as well mind, for being such a wuss. I'm thinking of having a mid life crisis. Is 32 old enough? I expect it is in Glasgow.
Work is an awful curse. Why couldn't I have been born Prince Andrew or someone similar? I could take being a national joke for that money. Mind you I wouldn't take Mrs Parker-Bowles job for any money. Well who would?
On the plus side a bouquet of flowers the size of Gibraltar arrived at work for me yesterday. Mr Clairwil hasn't gone mad, they were from a client! Taking the client floral tributes up to three. Honestly I feel like the scene of a road accident at times. I may add that I'm three bouquets ahead of my colleagues. Speak softly, look understanding- that seems to do the trick.
I'm now on broadband. The internet is much as it was on dial up though slightly faster. I remember the net of the early nineties so anything less than an hour to down load is lightening speed to me. It's not the revolution I imagined though.
Speaking of new things. I am now the proud owner of one large boil. It's mauve in colour, rather painful and weeping a psychedelic assortment of fluids. Yes I have been poking at it. I'm seeing Mr Clairwil this weekend so I'm trying to shrink it to the size of a large, angry spot. Mercifully it's not on my arse. I've endured that horror twice in this vale of tears and I would wish it on my worst enemy with all my heart. This creature has taken up residence in my left armpit which is no picnic but at least it's not on my arse or my face.
To end happily my good friend David Duff has a new army story.