Sure beats working for a living!
Well – a few days away in Spain and Gibraltar later – sure beats working for a living…
Then back to yet MORE rain as I sit here staring/despairing out of the window.
Almost poetic that. Almost.
Maybe I ought to write “Ode to the Rucking Fain”?
With thanks to Reverend Spooner…
I do love spoonerisms. I know I’ve mentioned them before, but…
The following are attributed to the man himself:
| fighting a liar | lighting a fire |
| you hissed my mystery lecture | you missed my history lecture |
| cattle ships and bruisers | battle ships and cruisers |
| nosey little cook | cosy little nook |
| a blushing crow | a crushing blow |
| tons of soil | sons of toil |
| our queer old Dean | our dear old Queen |
| we’ll have the hags flung out | we’ll have the flags hung out |
| you’ve tasted two worms | you’ve wasted two terms |
| our shoving leopard | our loving shepherd |
| a half-warmed fish | a half-formed wish |
| is the bean dizzy? | is the Dean busy? |
And much to the annoyance of my wuvving life I do tend to see them in lots of speech.
But whether the life still wuvs me is definitely open to question 😁
Meanwhile, back in the real world…
The dampness this winter in the UK is soul destroying.
I’m not a fan of cold either but the incessant rain is just mind numbing.
Reasonably easy to ignore in the panic of January but now it’s March and there is a hiatus due to a couple of (formerly) difficult assignments having been consigned to history.
Not that I’m complaining (honest guv).
I’ve done over forty years of chuntering round the hamster wheel of life so I think I’ve earned a quiet patch or two.
Not only that but I’m a much better, more relaxed boss to me than I ever used to be.
I’d never have stood for me sitting around doing nothing even a year or two ago…
Getting my Alan off my back 😩
So now I’m finally starting to work my way.
And if that involves sitting around with my backside on the reclining sofa rather than sweating over a hot laptop, sobeit!
(So-be-it for those of you wondering how the fcuk you pronounce the aforementioned word) which bizarrely seems to be in the spellchecker.
Expect I must have been here before.
I think that just about does me for this week – just about 450 words rather than the 600-700 it’s been these last few weeks – but I’ve not progressed the talk or the book (coz we’ve been away) and I’ve not been around enough this week to have got wound up about much.
Ho hum. But sure beats working for a living…
