Homework Club…
What a thrilling day I have had!
Not.
I was glad that I decided to work from home as the world of publishing decided to go to sleep today (maybe in preparation for the bank holiday long weekend?) and I only had a dozen emails. Yes, a dozen, I am an old man who speaks in imperials. So I did some work on paper instead as the teeny tiny words on the screen via my remote access made my brain explode.
After going back on the ventolin last night I decided I am either getting allergic-ized by dust mites from the Book Mountain and manky carpet in the office or am reacting all funny to cow’s milk (but this idea was not infuenced by Heather Mills and her pus obsession, honest) as I have prickly skin so as I needed some exercise (my belly droops now, like other parts of my body) I went to the local shop for soya milk. On the way I saw lots of egg shells on the pavement, a man having an argument with some pigeons (“come on now pigeons, be quiet please!”) and the umpteenth child arrive at our childminder neighbour’s house. As it was quiet out the back during the day I assume the dungeon beat the garden as their destination of choice.
Anyway…
Soya milk is peculiar as it is mostly water, but it felt okay after a few cups of tea. I was haunted by images of one-legged smug women while drinking but that will soon pass. Let’s see what happens as Bad Milk is supposed to make asthma worse and I have a huge collection of dodgy genes that must be due for a food allergy soon.
My old bookshop is being sold, along with most of the other branches, to the rival chain. The rival chain are must more professional and organised (I now see things from the other side of the industry) so it’s a good thing but still a bit traumatic. The last day of trade before the Bookshop Menopause is also the anniversary of that massive terrorist attack on a certain other country, which is a bit sinister. Or something.
I need to do some exercise because I am office-bound now and no longer running about all day long. But I am lazy and have bad knees. So sod it.
Today’s Express is a classic:
Invasion time! Is this the BNP news? No, they don’t have Tragic Brunette Corner, Weather Nonsense or Competition shit.
The one from Wednesday was also quite mad:
Random Health Nonsense, a famous paedophile and The Express being nice about a black woman! What’s going on?
As was Tuesday’s:
Express turns into sulky teen, some Competition Shit, Random Health Obviousness and Weather Nonsense.
The World’s Greatest Newspaper. And it really is.
Feed