- Secure a day pass from mrs househusbandnot to go lobster potting with Bad in Suffolk tomorrow - check
- Find someone to come with me to the Prince after show party the week after next - check
- Don't fall asleep during Nancy Griffith gig last night - check (kinda)
- Buy Young Marble Giants album - check
- Eat healthy lunch after egg and chips last night as reward for going to Nancy Griffith's gig - check
- Download further billion tracks onto ipod for journey down to Suffolk - check
- Fire fight rebellion in office about my edits to the company website - check (kinda)
- Shave off beard for summer bald look - check
- Write website for mrs hhn for mates' rate fee aka four pence - check (half done anyway)
- Swim a mile - check (well shortly, or longly actually because I have not been swimming much lately, and it will take a while to crawl up and down the pool this afternoon)
- Fend off middle aged crisis-related desire to buy lots of band t-shirts - check
- Enjoy sister's gift of rainbow maker mobile making rainbows on sitting room wall - check
- Be rude to a chugger - check ("It is for charity you know." Bollox.)
- Curb desire to write jokes in mrs hhn's website copy - check
- Do anything vaguely useful to man or beast or the common good- er...
- Wonder what has happened to Madame B for three seconds - check
- Decide I am too old - or odd - for Facebook - check
- Entirely unprompted, be asked my opinion about badgers in office - check
- Look at feet - check
- Fail to buy any artwork from new Unkle album - check
- Think I saw blokewhowasn'tatnancygriffithgiglastnight at Nancy Griffith's gig last night for a second - check
- Decide it is the neighbours rather than me that are odd - check
- Hate the summer - check
- Inspect my mint plant - check
What a dum-ass day today.
2 comments:
I get the feeling hhn is genuinely hurt when - as y'day - not even Mme B can be arsed to comment.
That said, when hhn's pootling about Suffolk with Bad and his lobster pots I bet this whole blog thing shrinks in significance.
( hhn - seeing as you're obviously an animal lover do you drive a nail through the lobster's brain before cooking it or simply toss the poor blighter into boiling water?
And whilst on the subject of animals, did you see who wrote Time Out's letter of the week? )
Now now, Madam B has a life too dont you know. Anyway, its good of you to think of me for 3 seconds. Enjoy suffolk, somebody has to
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