Hola chicas. Yowsers, what a day.
I started work at 8.30 this morning and finally stepped away from the spreadsheets and wibbling wobbling mountainous piles of papers at 8pm. Knowing that the last bus home was scheduled for 8.17pm was an added incentive. (Although by 8pm, no incentive really needed to be added.)
Curious fact, for one who has traditionally departed the office promptly at 4.30pm (overtime has until now been verboten), the office is almost as fully occupied after 6pm as before. These people are cray-zay. However, after 6pm you can comfortably phone for Pad Thai to be delivered to your desk. Right to your desk! Even Pad Thai without peanuts, for those of us with allergic dispositions, which amusingly arrives at your desk with a hand written note NO P-NOT written on the container. Awwww, bless.
So I was home by about 9pm, and even grabbed a couple of beers from the local bottle-o (off licence, liquor store) on the way home. A couple of quick little blog posts (see below) and one of the two beers, and already it's about bedtime. The Bo-Bo Express has tooted it's horn. Time to climb the stairs to Bedfordshire (even though I don't have any stairs). Bedfordshire is a state of mind.
2 comments:
Ah...sweet Bedfordshire. That's where I am now. That's where I want to be buried. It's just that nice.
Agreed! Sweet, sweet Bedfordshire.
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