Are there nicer words in the English language? Maybe "Doctor House will see you now"....or "You will be accompanying Mr Bond to Venice"....or "Of course, the British Library will pay you to read books all day".
I don't think I want a lot out of life; at the moment I would settle for some extra days in the week to finally mount an assault on the Christmas shopping. The weather just isn't cold enough yet - lucky Scotland has a (I quote) "monster storm" heading it's way - thank you for the hyperbole BBC.I can't even get in the mood to cook stews and what-not. Salad tonight in front of another dose of Nordic gloom, or possibly House (I love him, he's so delightfully grumpy).
The company Christmas party is rearing it's ugly head again; Home Husband sensibly declined so Work Husband is the lamb to the slaughter. Picture this; rubbish food, rubbish men dancing rubbishly, and rubbish speechs - gak. Booze may be the only answer....that or the slow slide into mania. Cackle.Gibber.
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