Today was appraisal day so I sat down with Julia, my line manager at 11am for a chat about the past year's work. Now don't get me wrong, Julia's a lovely woman but in my honest opinion she's not really as dedicated as she could be because she's a part-timer and loves to ramble on about how difficult it is to get quality childcare and more boringly, the price of nappies! Anyway, that being said, she was happy with my performance and gave me some excellent feedback which I'll be incorporating into my next application for an HEO post. I decided to bring along my lever arch file which contained my detailed plan for improving the Department's current filing structure, but after five minutes Julia apologised and said that she had to attend a middle manager's huddle meeting.
Whilst Mother was straining the custard Father decided to unload himself to me about how unhappy he was. I half listened but kept thinking that if he'd completed the wood turning course then he'd have much more to do with himself and wouldn't have to rely on his evening jaunts to the public house!
Mother's home made apple pie was as scrumptious as normal - she's a marvel! Her unique blend of bramley apples, cinnamon and brown sugar really make my evening. Mr A telephoned me at 8:30pm, Mother was a little cross because she was unhappy at the thought people ringing after 7pm as she always believes it to be one of those 'dirty' phone calls which her friend, Mrs Leadbetter, always seems to receive on the last Wednesday of the month. Sometimes I think the world is a very strange place indeed!
A blog about a strange forty-something woman who lives in the London suburbs, likes wearing acrylic and saving money.
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Sunday, 28 March 2010
The delights of Holloway
I met Mr A outside Holloway Road tube station at 10:30, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a brightly coloured North Face anorak, so he was easy to spot. Despite looking up the location on Google maps and thinking it was a bit icky, I was pleasantly suprised by the amount of urban regeration which was going on.
We walked a few streets to Mr A's flat which is located in a six storey local authority block. I held my breath was we entered the communal hallway but apart from the slight smell of concrete, disinfectant and sawdust there was nothing ontoward happening and I didn't spot any 'hoodies' smoking their 'crack pipes' or 'Meow Meow'!
Mr A's flat was located on the third floor and it was much tidier and somewhat roomier than I'd imagined. The furniture consisted of two Ikea light blue sofas, a coffee table and a slightly stained beige carpet. The room was also populated by two bookcases bursting with Penguin Classics and peppered with a selection of native American statues (Mr A's flatmate's contribution I believe!)
Mr A made a cup of tea and we started chatting about our plans for the day, he said he would have liked to take me to the local pub, The Flask and Cask, but sadly it had been closed down due to being a venue for illegal dog fights. As it was raining, we decided to watch the entire TV series of 'Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy' which I haven't seen in years and was fairly good as I recall.
Mr A had prepared a lovely lunch consisting of a Dr Oetkger pizza, a scrumptous salad, a chocolate gooey dessert and washed down with a classy bottle of Chablis. As we were watching Slartibardfast's plans for the Norweigian Fjords, Mr A started to inch towards me, having sipped two glasses of wine I was feeling a bit light headed, but that didn't stop me inching the other way. This state of affairs continued throughout the next episode until I said 'not yet, it's far too early for that kind of thing!' Luckily he respected my views, sighed and inched towards the other arm rest.
At 6pm I decided to head home, Mr A travelled with me to Charing Cross where he saw me safely onto my train. I promised to ring him when I'm safely home.
We walked a few streets to Mr A's flat which is located in a six storey local authority block. I held my breath was we entered the communal hallway but apart from the slight smell of concrete, disinfectant and sawdust there was nothing ontoward happening and I didn't spot any 'hoodies' smoking their 'crack pipes' or 'Meow Meow'!
Mr A's flat was located on the third floor and it was much tidier and somewhat roomier than I'd imagined. The furniture consisted of two Ikea light blue sofas, a coffee table and a slightly stained beige carpet. The room was also populated by two bookcases bursting with Penguin Classics and peppered with a selection of native American statues (Mr A's flatmate's contribution I believe!)
Mr A made a cup of tea and we started chatting about our plans for the day, he said he would have liked to take me to the local pub, The Flask and Cask, but sadly it had been closed down due to being a venue for illegal dog fights. As it was raining, we decided to watch the entire TV series of 'Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy' which I haven't seen in years and was fairly good as I recall.
Mr A had prepared a lovely lunch consisting of a Dr Oetkger pizza, a scrumptous salad, a chocolate gooey dessert and washed down with a classy bottle of Chablis. As we were watching Slartibardfast's plans for the Norweigian Fjords, Mr A started to inch towards me, having sipped two glasses of wine I was feeling a bit light headed, but that didn't stop me inching the other way. This state of affairs continued throughout the next episode until I said 'not yet, it's far too early for that kind of thing!' Luckily he respected my views, sighed and inched towards the other arm rest.
At 6pm I decided to head home, Mr A travelled with me to Charing Cross where he saw me safely onto my train. I promised to ring him when I'm safely home.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Myself and Mr A
As regular readers are no doubt aware the relationship between Mr A and myself is chugging along nicely. He's invited me to his flat on Saturday, so armed with a copy of the London A-Z and TfL's JourneyPlanner I'm confident of finding the place. Apparently he lives near Holloway Road, which is a 'vibrant urban area' so I'm reliably informed by a website entitled 'daplacetobeinlondon.com'.
Mr A told me that his flatmate Benjamin will be out and about enjoying a 'Dungeons and Dragons' extravaganza in South Acton so he won't be bothering us. I'm not sure if that's good news or not!
Emma called me tonight and rabbited on for ages about poor customer service and the fact that her mother keeps on going on about how great her brother is. Fair enough if he indeed was, but he's a bit of a flibberdigibit and no mistake, you only had to read his school reports to know that!
I'm off to bed now, I've a busy day in the morning organising the annual conference of database filing officers. If last year is anything to go by, it should be a hoot!
Mr A told me that his flatmate Benjamin will be out and about enjoying a 'Dungeons and Dragons' extravaganza in South Acton so he won't be bothering us. I'm not sure if that's good news or not!
Emma called me tonight and rabbited on for ages about poor customer service and the fact that her mother keeps on going on about how great her brother is. Fair enough if he indeed was, but he's a bit of a flibberdigibit and no mistake, you only had to read his school reports to know that!
I'm off to bed now, I've a busy day in the morning organising the annual conference of database filing officers. If last year is anything to go by, it should be a hoot!
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Interview woes
I received a letter today stating that I hadn't been successful in applying for the briefing HEO post and as a result I wasn't even been offered an interview. Clearly I was annoyed but Mr A took me for a coffee to console me.
Budget day today, more cuts in the Civil Service planned. I hope I don't have to move out to the sticks - I've heard that it's difficult to get online in the countryside.
I'm currently watching a programme about bread but it's boring me somewhat. I think I'll go to bed soon - it's been one of those days. Father's out again.
Budget day today, more cuts in the Civil Service planned. I hope I don't have to move out to the sticks - I've heard that it's difficult to get online in the countryside.
I'm currently watching a programme about bread but it's boring me somewhat. I think I'll go to bed soon - it's been one of those days. Father's out again.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
What happens in the Cotswolds should stay in the Cotswolds
As regular readers of my blog may be aware I visited the Cotswolds this weekend via a very reasoably priced coach trip, accompanied by my friend Emma. Here are some of the high and lowlights of the past few days:
Highlights:
- The toilets at Thurrock Services were both plentiful and spotlessly clean
- Burford had a charming river and I managed to purchase a green crochet tea cosy in the shape of a toad for Mother
- The matching bed linen and curtains in the hotel room
- Friday night's dinner - chicken casserole with a selection of vegetables
- Ron the coach driver's rendition of 'Rhinestone Cowboy' at the 'entertainment night' on Saturday evening
Lowlights:
- The constant rain on Friday which seeped into my chips
- Being squashed by the selfish person in the coach seat in front of me's reclining seat; remonstrating with him and being called 'a boot ugly despot' in response
- Being splashed with disgustingly smelly stagnant water by an angry penguin in Birdland
- Emma for 1) snoring loudly and 2) stealing the last teabag in the hotel room
- Ron the coach driver's lewd comments about his former career as a male stripper conveyed to a shocked audience after his fifth whiskey
- Ron's sausage related banter at the breakfast table
Apart from that, I must say that I enjoyed my weekend immensely and am planning to book another trip with another company after I've penned my letter of complaint to Ever Ready Ron's Coach Tours Ltd.
Highlights:
- The toilets at Thurrock Services were both plentiful and spotlessly clean
- Burford had a charming river and I managed to purchase a green crochet tea cosy in the shape of a toad for Mother
- The matching bed linen and curtains in the hotel room
- Friday night's dinner - chicken casserole with a selection of vegetables
- Ron the coach driver's rendition of 'Rhinestone Cowboy' at the 'entertainment night' on Saturday evening
Lowlights:
- The constant rain on Friday which seeped into my chips
- Being squashed by the selfish person in the coach seat in front of me's reclining seat; remonstrating with him and being called 'a boot ugly despot' in response
- Being splashed with disgustingly smelly stagnant water by an angry penguin in Birdland
- Emma for 1) snoring loudly and 2) stealing the last teabag in the hotel room
- Ron the coach driver's lewd comments about his former career as a male stripper conveyed to a shocked audience after his fifth whiskey
- Ron's sausage related banter at the breakfast table
Apart from that, I must say that I enjoyed my weekend immensely and am planning to book another trip with another company after I've penned my letter of complaint to Ever Ready Ron's Coach Tours Ltd.
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Promotions, Birkenstocks and fillet steak
Good news - a job's come up as an HEO in a briefing section and Mr A's helping my apply. I went to see them today, they seemed friendly and smelt pleasant, which is always a bonus where I work.
Went home and found Mother cooking fillet steak and chips - yum! We enjoyed the Meat Market's finest and wound down over a sinful glass of Mateus Rose. Mother said that Father's been rather distracted of late and that his friend, Mr Babcock has suggested that he leave the crown green bowling team because of an incident which occured last week. Mother's far too loyal to go into further details, but I was worried on her behalf.
I decided to jump onto the laptop after undertaking the washing up with renewed vigour. I'm after a pair of Birkenstock Rio sandals for Mother and try as I might, the website never seems to stock her size but tonight was different - they did! Hurrah! Ordered a pair forthwith. I'm looking forward to the hours of comfort they'll give her, especially considering her fallen arches and dodgy foot.
Went home and found Mother cooking fillet steak and chips - yum! We enjoyed the Meat Market's finest and wound down over a sinful glass of Mateus Rose. Mother said that Father's been rather distracted of late and that his friend, Mr Babcock has suggested that he leave the crown green bowling team because of an incident which occured last week. Mother's far too loyal to go into further details, but I was worried on her behalf.
I decided to jump onto the laptop after undertaking the washing up with renewed vigour. I'm after a pair of Birkenstock Rio sandals for Mother and try as I might, the website never seems to stock her size but tonight was different - they did! Hurrah! Ordered a pair forthwith. I'm looking forward to the hours of comfort they'll give her, especially considering her fallen arches and dodgy foot.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
A day out with Emma
Prior to next week's trip to the Cotswolds Emma and I decided to meet up for lunch in London, we went to Wetherspoons where we enjoyed the two meals for £7.00 offer. Over a bottle of very reasonable wine we discussed the trip amongst other things. Emma lives with her boyfriend Stephen who's she's sure is up to no good. Granted, he's a good looking man but she's sure he's using his Facebook account to get in contact with old girlfriends as is incredibly common amongst his age group (so I read in the newspapers!) We also talked about Mr A and my forthcoming visit to his flat, Emma told me to beware and to ring her should anything get out of hand!
We then ventured out to the Cartoon Museum where we spent a good hour looking around their exhibition - I'd highly recommend a trip there to anybody. We travelled back home together and I secured a seat in the third carriage from the front of the train - all the better for lining myself up against the exit!
I returned home to a warming Fray Bentos pie which Mother informs me are on offer for the princely sum of £1 in Netto at the moment. She confided in me that she feels as if Father's hiding something as she smelt some stale perfume on his tank top the other day. I reassured her that it probably wasn't the case and suggested that it may be her imagination working overtime. Seriously though, I'm worried - I may follow him one of these nights.
We then ventured out to the Cartoon Museum where we spent a good hour looking around their exhibition - I'd highly recommend a trip there to anybody. We travelled back home together and I secured a seat in the third carriage from the front of the train - all the better for lining myself up against the exit!
I returned home to a warming Fray Bentos pie which Mother informs me are on offer for the princely sum of £1 in Netto at the moment. She confided in me that she feels as if Father's hiding something as she smelt some stale perfume on his tank top the other day. I reassured her that it probably wasn't the case and suggested that it may be her imagination working overtime. Seriously though, I'm worried - I may follow him one of these nights.
Thursday, 11 March 2010
The romance of the south bank
How did my date with Mr A go last night you may ask? Well, let me tell you - it was very enjoyable.
We left work early and moseyed on down to the south bank where we indulged in a few games of tenpin bowling. I was pleased that I didn't have to wear a pair of special shoes with your size emblazoned on the back because I have rather large feet! Mr A was rather a good bowler and managed to knock down a number of strikes and spares, he was a gentleman though and let me win a few games!
We then went for a meal at an Italian type restaurant which faces the Thames and had a lovely time, we ordered a carafe of house red and really kicked back and enjoyed ourselves. Mr A told me that he was hoping for promotion to Grade 6 - a job dealing with the European Earthworm Preservation Directive was up for grabs and because of his previous experience dealing with the Straight Cucumber Directive he was in a good position to apply. I did giggle when I thought of Mr A and all of those straight cucumbers and he replied that he was continually amused by the strange things which took place in Brussels and regaled me with a story of a colleague who was mugged whilst getting money out of a cashpoint at midnight in a red light district of the city!
We walked back hand-in-hand to Charing Cross station where Mr A ensured I caught my train. He invited me over to his flat in a couple of weeks time ostensibly to listen to his various Monty Python albums and drink his collection of Bulgarian wine. I accepted but made a mental note to wear an all-in-one body shaper that particular day which even Harry Houdini would find difficult to get out of!
I'm really looking forward to my weekend away in the Cotswolds next week. I've packed my wash bag already and am looking forward to using a Corby trouser press for the first time since September 2008. I adore coach tours, I can't bear driving, it's great value and my fellow travellers are always so much fun!
We left work early and moseyed on down to the south bank where we indulged in a few games of tenpin bowling. I was pleased that I didn't have to wear a pair of special shoes with your size emblazoned on the back because I have rather large feet! Mr A was rather a good bowler and managed to knock down a number of strikes and spares, he was a gentleman though and let me win a few games!
We then went for a meal at an Italian type restaurant which faces the Thames and had a lovely time, we ordered a carafe of house red and really kicked back and enjoyed ourselves. Mr A told me that he was hoping for promotion to Grade 6 - a job dealing with the European Earthworm Preservation Directive was up for grabs and because of his previous experience dealing with the Straight Cucumber Directive he was in a good position to apply. I did giggle when I thought of Mr A and all of those straight cucumbers and he replied that he was continually amused by the strange things which took place in Brussels and regaled me with a story of a colleague who was mugged whilst getting money out of a cashpoint at midnight in a red light district of the city!
We walked back hand-in-hand to Charing Cross station where Mr A ensured I caught my train. He invited me over to his flat in a couple of weeks time ostensibly to listen to his various Monty Python albums and drink his collection of Bulgarian wine. I accepted but made a mental note to wear an all-in-one body shaper that particular day which even Harry Houdini would find difficult to get out of!
I'm really looking forward to my weekend away in the Cotswolds next week. I've packed my wash bag already and am looking forward to using a Corby trouser press for the first time since September 2008. I adore coach tours, I can't bear driving, it's great value and my fellow travellers are always so much fun!
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Cost benefit analysis
I attended an economics seminar at work today and it really got my thinking about the way I'm living my life. Take for example my shoes, I worked out a formula which could preserve the life of my sole and heels for a while longer - by taking longer strides!
I'm also going to spend part of the weekend making an inventory of my wardrobe and working out how the price paid for an M&S cardigan in 2010 (£18) and if it was worn every Tuesday for two years (minus the cost of how much each specific wear costs (minus a portion of electrity, water, washing liquid and fabric softener so here goes:
CardieValue = 18.00 % 104 + 0.07 + 0.03 + 0.1 + 0.0000002
I was so excited by the prospect of saving a considerable sum of money in future that I immediately told Father, whose churlish response was to sigh loudly, put on his slip on shoes and leave the house. I'm writing this an hour later and he still hasn't returned.
I've now finished my cocoa and am off to bed. Tomorrow's another fun filled day - Mr A is treating me to an evening out - he's got a Kray Twins walk booklet which he's been 'dying' to test out - tee hee!
I'm also going to spend part of the weekend making an inventory of my wardrobe and working out how the price paid for an M&S cardigan in 2010 (£18) and if it was worn every Tuesday for two years (minus the cost of how much each specific wear costs (minus a portion of electrity, water, washing liquid and fabric softener so here goes:
CardieValue = 18.00 % 104 + 0.07 + 0.03 + 0.1 + 0.0000002
I was so excited by the prospect of saving a considerable sum of money in future that I immediately told Father, whose churlish response was to sigh loudly, put on his slip on shoes and leave the house. I'm writing this an hour later and he still hasn't returned.
I've now finished my cocoa and am off to bed. Tomorrow's another fun filled day - Mr A is treating me to an evening out - he's got a Kray Twins walk booklet which he's been 'dying' to test out - tee hee!
Sunday, 7 March 2010
A Sunday at Eleanor's
Cousin Eleanor asked me over for Sunday lunch so much as I love to partake in Mother's weekly foray into a Bernard Matthews turkey roast, I was happy to accept. I walked the 3.3 miles there (the quickest route being souced via MultiMap!) because I haven't driven since I crashed Father's Austin Allegro into a supermarket trolley in 1998. It was also a lovely day and my word, I need the exercise.
Eleanor and her husband John were in fine form, young Sebastian was busy watching 'Thomas and Friends' on TV whilst consuming a bowl of salty snacks. I've read that young children shouldn't be exposed to too much television and their salt intake should be strictly rationed, but I didn't say anything.
I removed my new Birkenstocks which I'm currently wearing with thermal socks until the weather improves. After much deliberation I decided to plump for the 'Rio' style which encompasses the width strap of the 'Madrid' with the addition of another strap to ensure that the shoe adheres to the foot at all times - a must if you're a commuter like me - 'Mind the Gap!' Eleanor cheekily said that they looked like her Mother-in-Law's orthapedic sandals - hmmm!
John had roasted an enormous chicken and we sat around the table to enjoy his efforts. His potatoes were amazing and the size of his parsnips left nothing to the imagination! We drank wine: Hardy's Nottage Hill to be specific and it was rather splendid. I became a little squiffy and we were soon laughing about Eleanor's mother's dress sense - apparently she still wears a fleece embossed with rubberised sheep!
I was a little annoyed when Sebastian threw one of my Birkenstocks in the rubbish bin but otherwise it was a lovely day, especially when he gave us some much needed peace by having an afternoon nap. I spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the Virgin 'on demand' TV service - Mother and Father are far too mean to take out a package of their own, but it's always nice to be able to watch my favourite pop music videos time and time again whilst I'm visiting other people.
At 5pm it was time to go; Father picked me up on his way back from visiting an old colleague. Tea is always a pleasant occasion - Mother bought a new jar of Shipham's fish paste for us all to enjoy.
Eleanor and her husband John were in fine form, young Sebastian was busy watching 'Thomas and Friends' on TV whilst consuming a bowl of salty snacks. I've read that young children shouldn't be exposed to too much television and their salt intake should be strictly rationed, but I didn't say anything.
I removed my new Birkenstocks which I'm currently wearing with thermal socks until the weather improves. After much deliberation I decided to plump for the 'Rio' style which encompasses the width strap of the 'Madrid' with the addition of another strap to ensure that the shoe adheres to the foot at all times - a must if you're a commuter like me - 'Mind the Gap!' Eleanor cheekily said that they looked like her Mother-in-Law's orthapedic sandals - hmmm!
John had roasted an enormous chicken and we sat around the table to enjoy his efforts. His potatoes were amazing and the size of his parsnips left nothing to the imagination! We drank wine: Hardy's Nottage Hill to be specific and it was rather splendid. I became a little squiffy and we were soon laughing about Eleanor's mother's dress sense - apparently she still wears a fleece embossed with rubberised sheep!
I was a little annoyed when Sebastian threw one of my Birkenstocks in the rubbish bin but otherwise it was a lovely day, especially when he gave us some much needed peace by having an afternoon nap. I spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the Virgin 'on demand' TV service - Mother and Father are far too mean to take out a package of their own, but it's always nice to be able to watch my favourite pop music videos time and time again whilst I'm visiting other people.
At 5pm it was time to go; Father picked me up on his way back from visiting an old colleague. Tea is always a pleasant occasion - Mother bought a new jar of Shipham's fish paste for us all to enjoy.
Friday, 5 March 2010
An evening with John Barrowman
Mother and I are taking a break from our evening watching her Christmas present: the DVD of 'An Evening With John Barrowman'. We've settled down with a large box of custard tarts (with extra nutmeg!) and two snowballs, which I admit is a bit naughty, but it is a Friday! Father is out, he often leaves the house in the evenings these days, Mother blames his 'restless legs' but I have my own theory on things - I think he's sneaking off to the Rodent and Racehorse for a sneaky pint!
I must say that Mr Barrowman's on fine form tonight, he's entranced his audience with his showvoice versions of 'Don't stop me now' and 'Help Yourself' although his rendition of 'Rhinestone Cowboy' was particularly inspired, especially the dance. I did find myself welling up when he showed slides of his various pet dogs past and present because it reminded me of when Nipper disappeared all of those years ago.
Must go - Mother's just returned from the toilet.
I must say that Mr Barrowman's on fine form tonight, he's entranced his audience with his showvoice versions of 'Don't stop me now' and 'Help Yourself' although his rendition of 'Rhinestone Cowboy' was particularly inspired, especially the dance. I did find myself welling up when he showed slides of his various pet dogs past and present because it reminded me of when Nipper disappeared all of those years ago.
Must go - Mother's just returned from the toilet.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Phew!
I wasn't told off today - apparently my previous exemplary work record stood me in good favour.
The highlight of today was the arrival of my new Birkenstock Rio sandals. Amazon are very reasonable for these rather special shoes and I've taken to wearing them with socks around the house. I can't wait until I can wear them to the visit the library - NB must renew my books. You'll be pleased to learn that I was awarded the borough's bookworm award for reading the most amount of fiction books back in 1984, I've still got the certificate hanging on my bedroom wall.
Alan Carr is on in 35 minutes - hurrah!
The highlight of today was the arrival of my new Birkenstock Rio sandals. Amazon are very reasonable for these rather special shoes and I've taken to wearing them with socks around the house. I can't wait until I can wear them to the visit the library - NB must renew my books. You'll be pleased to learn that I was awarded the borough's bookworm award for reading the most amount of fiction books back in 1984, I've still got the certificate hanging on my bedroom wall.
Alan Carr is on in 35 minutes - hurrah!
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
A lineside fire stops travel
Lineside fires - don't you just love them? They stop you getting into work though and that's always dreadful. I missed two important meetings today and worst of all a deadline due to IT problems. I feel bad and imagine I'll be hauled over the coals tomorrow.
Am off to sulk into my candlewick bedspread....
Am off to sulk into my candlewick bedspread....
Monday, 1 March 2010
John Barrowman - what a waste?
Just a reminder to myself to tape Alan Carr: Chatty Man on Thursday night as John Barrowman is one of the guests. Now, I think you'll agree with me that Mr B is a fine figure of a man even if he 'bats for the other side'. He's got perfect hair, luminous skin and even white tombstone teeth. I never watch anything he's in because I find him incredibly annoying, but he's nice to look at!
As a result, I've cut out the article about him from yesterday's Mirror magazine and have placed it in my 'Hunk Scrapbook' along with pictures of other handsome specimens such as George Clooney, Daniel Craig and Jeremy Clarkson.
As a result, I've cut out the article about him from yesterday's Mirror magazine and have placed it in my 'Hunk Scrapbook' along with pictures of other handsome specimens such as George Clooney, Daniel Craig and Jeremy Clarkson.
A lunchtime date
When I arrived in the office this morning there was an Outlook calendar invitation entitled 'Lunch - somewhere nice?' waiting for me sent by Mr A. I accepted it and we met at 12:03 precisely in the road behind the building. Mr A was in a cheerful mood, the European Directive he'd been working hard on had been passed by a number of Member States and as a result he'd been awarded a bottle of Pomagne to mark this achivement so he was keen to share his good fortune.
We journeyed to the local Pizza Express which is a nice place, but the acoustics are flipping awful! Mr A was expansive, he told me to 'order anything' off of the main course menu because he had a 2for1 voucher. I duly ordered a special and we drank Peroni and finished with a yummy dessert. As you're probably aware, I'm no drinker, so the 5.3% alcohol content went straight to my head and I found it rather intoxicating to be honest.
After finishing with coffee we took a walk around the park, which was exceedingly verdant due to the excessive amount of rain which we'd been experiencing earlier. Mr A talked about his plans for refurbishing his flat and I must confess that my mind wandered onto Mr A's dress sense: he was wearing a faded pair of lovat cords, a plaid shirt, a red tie and boat shoes. I wonder if I could take him on a trip to good old Marks in the near future?
When we returned to the office the remainder of the afternoon passed in a haze - unusually I wasn't quite as vigilant on approving files as I normally am and let a folder go through without following my five step strategy. My friend Sarah saw me at the tea point later and noted my flushed face - "are you ok?" she enquired. Am I ok or am I keener on Mr A than I previously thought? Only time will tell!
We journeyed to the local Pizza Express which is a nice place, but the acoustics are flipping awful! Mr A was expansive, he told me to 'order anything' off of the main course menu because he had a 2for1 voucher. I duly ordered a special and we drank Peroni and finished with a yummy dessert. As you're probably aware, I'm no drinker, so the 5.3% alcohol content went straight to my head and I found it rather intoxicating to be honest.
After finishing with coffee we took a walk around the park, which was exceedingly verdant due to the excessive amount of rain which we'd been experiencing earlier. Mr A talked about his plans for refurbishing his flat and I must confess that my mind wandered onto Mr A's dress sense: he was wearing a faded pair of lovat cords, a plaid shirt, a red tie and boat shoes. I wonder if I could take him on a trip to good old Marks in the near future?
When we returned to the office the remainder of the afternoon passed in a haze - unusually I wasn't quite as vigilant on approving files as I normally am and let a folder go through without following my five step strategy. My friend Sarah saw me at the tea point later and noted my flushed face - "are you ok?" she enquired. Am I ok or am I keener on Mr A than I previously thought? Only time will tell!
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