Wow. Hello!
"Last updated on 23 February 2007".
Ooops.
Sorry.
Bin busy, y'see.
I have returned, obv., because I should be doing something else. In this case, finishing a drawing writing a specification taking the kids to the outlaws going into town for photocopying and the chemist and dog food changing the wheel on the caravan going to the bank printing and sending two reports to prospective clients phoning three existing clients and a contractor ... and so on. And this afternoon ... oh, I can procrastinate for Britain, me.
I'm also going on my jollies on Sunday. (I know, just as soon as he gets back, he buggers off again). So if you see a retro-chic early 80s caravan trundling Midlands -> Yorkshire give us a wave. Back ten days or so afters.
But rest assured, I'm still here and not at all dead. I'm very well, thanks for asking. Both our businesses (get us!) going well enough to pay t'bills, ta. Though sorting kids out on holidays is a chore.
I'm still being irrationally irritated by trivial stuff. Like, ladies, wearing leggings is a privilege not a right. Puh-lease. Just turn round and look at your arse in the mirror and have an honest think about it. If the material is so stretched that you can tell what colour your pants are through the holes in the weave, then walk away from the leggings.
Still, at least I don't have to sit on a train every day. Or clock in. Or do timesheets.
Right. I'll just get a coffee. Then I need a poo. And then I'll get some work done.
Definitely.
Nice to talk to you all again.
Ooops.
Sorry.
Bin busy, y'see.
I have returned, obv., because I should be doing something else. In this case, finishing a drawing writing a specification taking the kids to the outlaws going into town for photocopying and the chemist and dog food changing the wheel on the caravan going to the bank printing and sending two reports to prospective clients phoning three existing clients and a contractor ... and so on. And this afternoon ... oh, I can procrastinate for Britain, me.
I'm also going on my jollies on Sunday. (I know, just as soon as he gets back, he buggers off again). So if you see a retro-chic early 80s caravan trundling Midlands -> Yorkshire give us a wave. Back ten days or so afters.
But rest assured, I'm still here and not at all dead. I'm very well, thanks for asking. Both our businesses (get us!) going well enough to pay t'bills, ta. Though sorting kids out on holidays is a chore.
I'm still being irrationally irritated by trivial stuff. Like, ladies, wearing leggings is a privilege not a right. Puh-lease. Just turn round and look at your arse in the mirror and have an honest think about it. If the material is so stretched that you can tell what colour your pants are through the holes in the weave, then walk away from the leggings.
Still, at least I don't have to sit on a train every day. Or clock in. Or do timesheets.
Right. I'll just get a coffee. Then I need a poo. And then I'll get some work done.
Definitely.
Nice to talk to you all again.
posted by crisiswhatcrisis at
9:05 am
3 Comments:
Thought you'd gone for good. Nice to see you back.
Actually you took me by surprise as I thought if he hasn't written anything still I'll remove the link from my page and there you were large as life.
Happy Hols
By
Unknown, at 6:32 pm
Nice to see you back Crisis!
By
Holly, at 11:13 am
*grins*
By
I, Like The View, at 7:45 pm
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