Thursday, October 14, 2010

Late for prison

Late for prison, my trousers were falling down and my nose was running faster I was. By the time I got there I was breathing more heavily than a pervert.

But we had a great afternoon beginning the now-annual preparation for the prison Christmas carol service.

And I was offered a job. Several times. (They're desperate.)

If I have many more mornings like today's I might consider it.

1 comment:

Leslie: said...

Maybe you can name your own salary! ;)