Woke up, got outta bed, dragged a comb across my head..... found my way downstairs & had a smoke, somebody spoke and I went into a dream.... aah aaah aaah aaah. Yup, that's pretty much how it was yesterday, except for the smoke, which I don't... more like a cup of Earl Grey, but other than that, exactly the same. Come to think of it, it's like that most days. Will I ever get punctual? Probably not, too late for this old dog to learn tricks like that.
New girl started, ho-hum. Met her once before. She's the friend and ex-colleague of a colleague, if you get my drift. We went to see her pole-dancing. No... sorry... Morris dancing. Strange hobby for a young girl, especially as she's Scottish. Isn't Morris dancing an olde English sort of thing? I think so. Anyway, she's quite sweet and very impressed with her large desk and the fact that we're left to our own devices most of the time.
Hmmm, there's so much I could say, but I'm still worried about other people reading it. I mean people I know. This is a problem I will have to get over, if this blog is to be anything like interesting. I'm going to go away & mull that over ..... wish me luck and watch this space!
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