Tell us something really trivial about your life (vol 24)
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Awoke this morning and felt that I had got off surprisingly lightly considering I drank nearly a third of a bottle of rum last night. No slow brain, no lethargy, just a mouth that felt as it always does after serious rum consumption - like it's been carpeted in fur.
It also had the effect of sending me into such a deep sleep that I didn't hear my daughter screaming next to me at 0300. A fact that my wife has been only too happy to remind me of throughout the day, followed immediately by a moan about how she only had an hour and a half's kip all night.
It also had the effect of sending me into such a deep sleep that I didn't hear my daughter screaming next to me at 0300. A fact that my wife has been only too happy to remind me of throughout the day, followed immediately by a moan about how she only had an hour and a half's kip all night.
I've got company here tomorrow. First time in ages - although she is bringing her Mum too...
They're coming round to watch the fireworks which will be going off somewhat conveniently directly in front of my balcony. (I had no idea they did this when I moved in about three years ago) So drinkies and nibblies while trying not to swear too much in front of Mum. How very twee.
They're coming round to watch the fireworks which will be going off somewhat conveniently directly in front of my balcony. (I had no idea they did this when I moved in about three years ago) So drinkies and nibblies while trying not to swear too much in front of Mum. How very twee.
SWTH said:
Awoke this morning and felt that I had got off surprisingly lightly considering I drank nearly a third of a bottle of rum last night. No slow brain, no lethargy, just a mouth that felt as it always does after serious rum consumption - like it's been carpeted in fur.
It also had the effect of sending me into such a deep sleep that I didn't hear my daughter screaming next to me at 0300. A fact that my wife has been only too happy to remind me of throughout the day, followed immediately by a moan about how she only had an hour and a half's kip all night.
I think we're missing an important point here. It also had the effect of sending me into such a deep sleep that I didn't hear my daughter screaming next to me at 0300. A fact that my wife has been only too happy to remind me of throughout the day, followed immediately by a moan about how she only had an hour and a half's kip all night.
What rum was it?
Should you ever have the opportunity of staying in a Travelodge during its renovation, do yourself a favour and go somewhere else.
That was miserable.
A bit of an own goal I'd say, trying to do run a hotel and conduct major work at the same time. When you have queues of men who look as though they have seen hard times complaining about the conditions you know it's bad.
That was miserable.
A bit of an own goal I'd say, trying to do run a hotel and conduct major work at the same time. When you have queues of men who look as though they have seen hard times complaining about the conditions you know it's bad.
DickyC said:
Should you ever have the opportunity of staying in a Travelodge during its renovation, do yourself a favour and go somewhere else.
That was miserable.
A bit of an own goal I'd say, trying to do run a hotel and conduct major work at the same time. When you have queues of men who look as though they have seen hard times complaining about the conditions you know it's bad.
'The man in the suitcase'.That was miserable.
A bit of an own goal I'd say, trying to do run a hotel and conduct major work at the same time. When you have queues of men who look as though they have seen hard times complaining about the conditions you know it's bad.
pad58 said:
'The man in the suitcase'.
It's curious that; spending so much time living out of a kit bag these days. When I was commuting in and out of London on the train I learned I had a nickname. Apparently, I was known as The Man With No Bag. I found out one night in The Three Guineas at Reading Station during a major transport infrastructure breakdown when several regular faces decided beer was the safest option. It turned into a good evening.DickyC said:
pad58 said:
'The man in the suitcase'.
It's curious that; spending so much time living out of a kit bag these days. When I was commuting in and out of London on the train I learned I had a nickname. Apparently, I was known as The Man With No Bag. I found out one night in The Three Guineas at Reading Station during a major transport infrastructure breakdown when several regular faces decided beer was the safest option. It turned into a good evening.Well that was an unusual commute. I rounded a fast, sweeping corner to be greeted by a queue of traffic on the main road. "Odd", I mused, "perhaps there's been an accident. It is very slippery along this road at the moment." As the queue slowly progressed the reason for the additional time on my journey presented itself: a swan. Happily parading itself up and down along the dotted line, occasionally meandering up to a car and taking a sniff at its bumper / radiator grille / badge. Eventually I made my way past as it took particular interest in a first generation Passat CC heading in the opposite direction to me.
Good old Wiltshire.
I'm now 3 Jaffa Cakes into my Friday. (Shortly to be 4.)
Good old Wiltshire.
I'm now 3 Jaffa Cakes into my Friday. (Shortly to be 4.)
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