Those of you who have been reading my blog for a few years may remember me mentioning 'The Pervert' - a work colleague who I was convinced was involved in an incestuous relationship with his own daughter. Mercifully for my poor nerves he left.
Imagine my shock and distress as I sauntered into the office this morning to see 'The Pervert' sitting in my chair drinking a cup of tea. I can hardly credit it but he's back.
Large as life ten times as ugly and still cannot pronounce any word starting with r. He's also made himself known to a young lady who works in the place 'wepeatedly'. He talked to her about the filing system before quizzing her about her 'boyfwiends' as if she's the gang bang queen of Carntyne or something!
Why do these curses continue to plague me?