Having never seen pesky blinders, I took a punt on what the hell I should wear for my brother’s wife’s 40th party. It was a squeeze but I managed to fasten at least a few of the borrowed waistcoat buttons. Strange thing was, once I was straight jacketed, my stomach found its equilibrium and acted like a girdle, keeping my belly in and making me look slim again. I’m considering a move to the waistcoat as a fashion accessory, not that i’m one to dress up, but, well it’s a thought.
It was a school part designed by Sir Christopher Wren, which fact fans will know had a hand in St Paul’s Cathedral, it was run by Sir John Moore, who was a man, a rich man who has a Wiki page if you care. The party was in the basement of the school, at the bar in the basement, we had decks banging out the tunes, there were bottles and plastic tumblers left all over the place, especially outside the entrance to little hedgehogs nursery, the cigarette butts had not been left by the awaiting parents the week before. My brother’s friend told me he has started a death list with people he knows, they’re all betting on who is going to go first, admittedly gruesome, slightly tongue in cheek maybe, “but on the plus side, you could win a few quid!”
Predictably I felt shite on Monday, and Sunday and really today’s work meeting hasn’t helped my mental state but at least I’ve managed to scrawl something.
One thing I remember from Monday was we have a new window cleaner, who drives a VW van, a good one, with tinted windows, N mentioned maybe he is in the wrong business. £25 for our windows, and he wasn’t there for much longer than it took us to drink our coffee, It’s hard to tell how clean they are without cleaning the insides too; its on the list.
Another thing I remember from Monday, this one bad thing was the Violation of our monolithic artwork; totally butchered this time by virtue of the conker, the black acorn and the lego man being stolen, the installation raped of its sentinel, but the curse passed onto the little shit who saw fit to take something which did not belong to him/ her. I could not bare to take a photo it was all so upsetting in my fragile state. The conker looked really shiny and smart, the black acorn was unusual, like a miniature canon ball.
So with that lets all get drunk and go naked and lie in a great big pile. If you know you’ll know: FFFB.
Dom you ere right .. get me a waist quick
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The outfit is vaguely reminiscent of those worn by members the historical Peaky Blinders Birmingham gang. Of course, I’m sure a peace-loving fellow such as yourself wouldn’t have a razorblade in the peak of your cap! By the way, do you live in a mansion or a house made entirely of glass? I can’t think of any other reason for a window cleaner to charge £25. Mine charges £15.
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I know it was steep, my wife told him we’d call him again if further services were required! We live in a little cottage made entirely of bricks, normal amount of windows!! Thanks for the tip; £15 was what we paid someone else some other time, he’s vanished!
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They make a habit of disappearing. Every time one of them has done so in the past, my husband says the fellow must have fallen off his ladder and met with a tragic, if not fatal accident. This is ever since one of our window cleaners actually did fall off a ladder, due to a ferocious seagull!
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Did you puff up your chest?
40th B-day and they’re taking bets on who goes first? That’s morbid and a bit dramatic at that age.
It must have been a great party if you’re feeling miserable for the past couple of days.</b<
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Good party but I get tired quicker these days, I went to bed at 2, my wee bro stayed up till double that!!
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You are nominated for my RAKA award, https://mwsrwritings.com/2018/09/26/raka-award-nominations-award-share/
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