Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Time-wasting

I was woken on Saturday morning by the postman knocking on the door. I was out of bed and downstairs before I remembered Husband was home and could have done the decent thing. As it was, I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror as I passed. Thinking I'd better say it before he thought it, I commented to the postman, 'You must see some sights in the mornings.'

He laughed and said, 'The worst ones - or the best - are in the student village. You wouldn't believe what some of those girls wear to sleep in.'

I suppose there have to be some benefits to a job that involves getting up that time of the morning.

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Last night in circuits, Aly said to me, 'Did Alun tell you?'
'Tell me what?'
'That we've decided to put off the recipe book until after Christmas?'
'No, Alun didn't tell me and I've spent three and a half hours today typing recipes so I think we are doing the blinking recipe book before Christmas.' (Can you hear my voice getting higher and faster?)
'Oh.'

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "Morning Sickness" ;-)

Anonymous said...

I want to be a postman lol sorry liz you can slap me tonight .

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Nice one!
I can hear your scream over the recipe book!

Anonymous said...

BUT...you won't have to do it after Xmas. You have the Upper Hand. Get it finished BEFORE Xmas and announce you will NOT be able to squeeze in any more recipes after the New Year.

Remain as understated as possible even if a tiny little pout plays across your lips. Feel superior and look the man in the eye, thinking, WITHOUT saying, "so there, and you can do it yourself if you don't like it!"

And if he wants pictures too...well, no chance.