10:48
Ah. Here he comes. Mr Postman. With a great red satchel full of red envelopes!
10:52
Gosh, he's spending rather a lot of time at No 6. I suppose it's their teenage boys. All those lovelorn schoolgirls...
10:55
Ah. He's crossed on to our side now. No 5. No 4.
10:58
No 3. No 2. No...
Hang on! What's going on? He's turned on his heel and is walking back down the street, his satchel slung nonchalantly - not to mention emptily - over his shoulder!
11:02
Maybe he's gone to fetch his trolley. The one with all the really heavy things in it.
11:09
Maybe not.
:(
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Sunday, 3 February 2013
A New You!
Honestly. All the papers and magazines keep banging on about the New You as if it's the Holy Grail of existence. 90 Days to A New You! 30 Days to A New You! 21 Days To A New You! 20 Days To A New You! Any advance on 20 days? No. Going going gone.
Well it's all rubbish. Once you're past 40, you don't want a New You. You want the Old You.
Well it's all rubbish. Once you're past 40, you don't want a New You. You want the Old You.
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