I'm writing this in the afternoon at work, which is deplorable, but given the events which has unravelled during the last day or so, you can understand why. A hung Parliament - whatever next? I arrived at work to much confusion, apparently the civil service hasn't been this perplexed since 1974, and that's never a good thing. We've received various briefings from our permanent secretary but to date, nothing's really been decided.
My team then decided to take the huge step of going to the pub for a 'liquid' lunch. I ordered half a Peroni but the guys on the team had a 'no halves policy' and made me consume a whole pint. I texted Mr A who came to my rescue at 12:35 and we retired to a smaller pub where he enjoyed a pint of Ruddles and myself, well a Diet Coke sufficed. He asked whether I was free tonight and I replied that I was because Mother was hosting a WI meeting in the knock-through living/dining room which unfortunately means an evening spent in the confines of my room. He brought me a double shot latte coffee five minutes ago which I'm most grateful for - he's such a gent!
Maybe he's 'the one' popular fiction always talks about? He's rather dreamy and best of all, he's been granted an interview for a Grade 6 position next week. I'm very excited, a man who's in possession of a Grade 6 salary can surely be wont of a wife!
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