I woke up at just turned 1 p.m. with just the nagging pain over my right eye and then made myself get up and go back into work. I’d got too much to accomplish before my holiday not to.
I lasted the rest of the day and then, being Wednesday, went food shopping by myself. Himself is currently working an hour’s overtime during the week - he wants to get some money together to give to eldest towards the cost of wedding. Having time off work with his shoulder at the start of the year just about finished our savings off and it’s been an up hill struggle since then to build then back up again. Never mind we survived it and managed to cover all our bills so we didn’t get into any debt, which is the important thing.
Hence we are both in need of the break. Himself has booked till Tuesday off so we can spend a bit of quality time together, just the two of us - you can insert a wicked grin at this point if you want. At least this way we can relax a bit before we fly off to the sun. What neither of us wants is to get over there and then be ill, which unfortunately often happens when you slow down. I find that if I’m ill it usually gets me during the weekend when I stop running around like a mad thing and settle for a bit insane instead.
I got a nice surprise when I arrived at work this morning….
My manager brought it me to help me wind down and relax, aren’t I lucky? Another duck to add to my collection, at least this one won’t try and swim in the dog’s water bowl when I’m not looking and flood the utility room.
And whilst I’m planning some R & R, Pooks has returned to work today. She sent me a text earlier - apparently the computer system there is still in holiday mode and refusing to play ball with them; she now wants to be at home writing stories instead. Contrary woman that she is. I did ask her if she’d remembered her packed lunch – which is something that she can’t quite gasp the idea of. Basically the silly sod (yes, I am talking about you) manages to work all day, often without breakfast and doesn’t get to eat anything until early evening. I’m surprised she hasn’t keeled over before now. She hasn't texted me back with a 'yes' yet either.
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And finally, I do not tell lies. It serves the pair of them right for the text messages I got over the weekend. They tried their hardest to get me to bite and believe that Chris couldn't act for toffee. So you could say they got their 'just deserts' or as they went out for a bite to eat afterwards, they probably got their just desserts too.
And I didn't say I wouldn't mess with the site anymore - fiddling is one of my hobbies and I need to practise to ensure I don't lose my ability to confuse people. That's the problem, people don't appreciate the amount of time and effort I put into being this disorganised.
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I ate the face off my boss and the computer technicians and drank lots of coffee - supplied by a very scared boss. Does that count as lunch? No? In that case, no I didn't have lunch - I did have breakfast though.
The boss did bring me a scone when it became apparent that I wasn't going to have time for lunch but I fed it to the child of a woman I was interviewing. She looked hungry and kept eyeing the scone as if she hadn't seen food for a week.
I ate enough last week to keep me going for a month - there's plenty of fat supplies - never fear.
Pooksx
Missing meals like you do means your body is convinced you’re trying to starve it. Then it panics and lays down fatty deposits for the leaner days when you do eventually eat something. Hence YOU DO NOT LOSE WEIGHT.
You need to eat regular healthy meals to kick your metabolism back in. So you need to make yourself a packed lunch and then eat it.
No coffee does not count as a packed lunch.
And yes, I am allowed to nag you, it was in the contract you signed with me in blood, sweat and tears. I signed in tomato ketchup hence the part where you thought you’d be entitled to the next chapter of JJ has disappeared. I hope you’re taking notes on everything I’ve taught you.
Those boys of yours have been in that flippin kitchen for months and months now - they'll have taken root to the floor. I waved goodbye to any chance I had of seeing any action there months ago. See, you tell LIES.
And I don't remember signing any contract - I well remember being railroaded into a story - one story I think I promised and look where I am now. In a den of iniquity - that's where.
Of course you don't remember signing a contract, I'm good at this.
I lulled you in gently, now you’ve been bitten by the written bug and can’t stop. You’re an addict.
And as far as the den of iniquity goes, you’ve never felt more at home. It’s nice being around likeminded friends.
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