The Virtual Pub
Come Inside... => Saloon Bar => Topic started by: Miss Demeanour on January 24, 2011, 08:47:52 AM
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For me the following are guaranteed :-)
That I will try to go to bed nice and early on Sunday in the hope that I will have a lovely, restful sleep . However as soon as I set my alarm my brain starts ticking and then it takes forever to nod off.
That The Brat will produce some note on Monday morning stating that she has something to pay for and I have no money in my purse
That you get on the bus and it takes twice as long because muppets have forgotten to renew their Oyster cards or are unaware they have no money left on it and argue for ages with the bus driver about letting them just take them to the tube station so they can get it renewed
That the Iceland delivery truck will be parked on the red lines completely blocking one lane of traffic and causing tailbacks before 7 in the morning
That you get to the tube station and are confronted by a person or two hauling their lives possessions in a suitcase fit to burst burst when then they stop at the top of the stairs and look around pleadingly for help.
That you get into work and open your emails and the first one you read is marked urgent and for action immediately
And then look forward to another 4 days of this
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Yup... welcome to my world... noooo:
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Life must be grim in the fast-lane. noooo:
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For me Monday means I wake feeling glad that I no longer have to face to slog into Town (used to be at least 1.5 hours to cover the 35 miles into Holborn)
BUT what happens is that a car has a flat battery because some twat left the interior light on when they parked it on Friday so I am out there, in my PJ's, with the jump leads.
For me Monday means no "Contact immediately" messages from the MD or a client
BUT what happens is that I turn on my PC to find a long rant from eldest daughter complaining about "Your Granddaughter" .... forgetting that I am almost 300 miles away and anyway the child is her daughter.
For me Monday means I no longer walk into the office expecting (and usually receiving) dog's abuse from the H&S guy about something that has happened over the weekend when I was not on duty
BUT what happens is that SWWLTBO and the THW are arguing about letters to and from school, money needed (why look at me, I don't carry cash in my dressing gown) and the general stupidity of having to go to school on a BUS.
For me Monday means that when I go out of the house I can breath in God's good clean air and drive through beautiful countryside
BUT what actually happens is that there is a sea mist and a stench hanging in it from a recently fertilized field and I encounter a convoy of farm vehicles either cutting hedgerows or hauling silage from one farm to another. Then some stupid wummun tries to overtake us all in her Chelsea Tractor, the steering wheel of which she can hardly see over, and finding her way blocked by oncoming traffic watch as she proves she cannot reverse the bloody thing without hitting either a tractor or putting her rear wheels into the ditch.
For me Monday is a day to reflect upon the stupidity of life
BUT what it actually turns into is a mental re-run of all the reasons I swore never to get re-married and have children because I knew they would cock up the weekend with bickering, disagreements and general nonsense.
For me Monday is the day I can sit down, once they have all gone, and read the weekend supplements
BUT what actually happens is I find that the boys have cut out a variety of pictures, the THW has removed a number of "relevant" articles and SWWLTBO has used what is left to either light the fires or wrap the remains of Sunday lunch prior to throwing it in the bin.
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I'll have to sort out the recycling I didn't do last night. None of the payments I was promised last week will have arrived. I'll run out of coffee.
Apart fom that, very little. Might be heading to the airport at some ungodly hour, or even worse into town for a 7am call.
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I feel a boomtown rats song coming on ...........
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Hey, you fixed your s happy088
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Hey, you fixed your s happy088
Dishwasher! whistle:
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Hey, you fixed your s happy088
no cussing: on different putor ......
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Not inevitable, but the oven just blew up !
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Welcome to my world noooo:
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Hey, you fixed your s happy088
Dishwasher! whistle:
My dishwasher is being repaired as I type.
Monday morning for me is now wake up, turn over and go back to sleep. cloud9:
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You can go off people noooo:
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Never me, I'm a nice chap.
My washer/drying is bleeping at the end of it's cycle. I can't get in to the kitchen because the dishwasher and repairman are both laid out all over the floor. noooo:
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You should never have offered him that glass of sherry!
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Never me, I'm a nice chap.
My washer/drying is bleeping at the end of it's cycle. I can't get in to the kitchen because the dishwasher and repairman are both laid out all over the floor. noooo:
Is he dead? eeek:
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Just his preferred working position I believe.
All done now. happy088
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aarrgggh ......got a puncture on saturday ,tyre shop was closed till today .............you guessed it .........puncture on way to repair spare ... censored:.........had to drive home on flat ...... censored:..........not a happy bunny .. censored:
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aarrgggh ......got a puncture on saturday ,tyre shop was closed till today .............you guessed it .........puncture on way to repair spare ... censored:.........had to drive home on flat ...... censored:..........not a happy bunny .. censored:
Didn't BM say he lost a bag of nails somewhere?
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aarrgggh ......got a puncture on saturday ,tyre shop was closed till today .............you guessed it .........puncture on way to repair spare ... censored:.........had to drive home on flat ...... censored:..........not a happy bunny .. censored:
Didn't BM say he lost a bag of nails somewhere?
eveilgrin:
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He'll want them back now noooo:
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The only inevitability of my Monday is that it follows Sunday night ;), oh and most folk and neighbours seem to be scooting off to the tube / bus with pieces of toast hanging from their mouths ::)
This morning was slightly different as the Royal Mail post van managed to reverse into the side of a neighbour's Chelsea tractor shutup:. Said neighbour is universally disliked and went ballistic ;D
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He'll want them back now noooo:
Oh yes... whistle:
Or parts thereof... eveilgrin:
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cussing: cussing:
anyone sings 3 wheels on my wagon ...... censored:
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No, I mustn't. I mustn't. I
doh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRVlSur6UAE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRVlSur6UAE)
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lol: lol: lol: