Re: Rising dump

"RJM" <scratch.pad@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

I just got up again. Up at five this morning
to get Herself on the road, she's in Birmingham
today, I waved her off at five thirty precisely.
Dullish out, I decided to go back to bed, catch
up. No chance. I picked up Yes Man, Danny
Wallace, one of those books that isn't as funny
as it thinks it is, hoping I'd drop off, like you
do. But no, so I got up again, as I say. Thing
is, dilemma . . . I don't know about youse
but I like my newspaper in the morning when
I'm on the crapper. Course, it's still only six,
so no delivery yet. Well, I couldn't. Oh, I tried,
but it wasn't gonna happen, no way jose, not
then, not without the news. Then I thought maybe
it's because I'm upstairs. Like a gentleman, my
habit in the morning is to use the downstairs loo
so Madam may perform her ablutions in our
bathroom relatively free from the aftereffects of
my manly exertions. You're way ahead of me,
I can tell.

The paper boy turned up eventually, bless 'im, a
reliable chap. His kid brother washes our vehicles,
fiver each. No, it isn't exploitation, he enjoys it.
Anyway, you'll be pleased to know it did the trick.
Next week we've got the builders in, we're going
to have twin ensuite bathrooms put in upstairs. My
office is going to be converted into the guest loo
now that I have my shed in the garden set up. It's
like writing in a cabin in a clearing in the forest,
nearly. It has a mini fridge, a microwave, a kettle,
and best of all it has its own portaloo!

Even your bowels are boring.

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