I woke up with a start at 6am this morning: I'd been having a strange dream which included my friend Wilf's double decker bus, a pack of ring doughnuts and some flypaper. Sometimes I think the hormones are doing funny things to my system so I suppose I'd better stop using Mother's old HRT patches....
Anyway, today was my monthly lunch date with Wilf, we went to St James's Park and sat under a shady tree. Wilf remarked that he'd once encountered a colleague called Colin whose main aim in life was to sit at the bottom of the slope in the summer and glance upwards in case he should see a flash of a woman's knickers. Apparently he used to keep a spreadsheet of his finds. Civil Servants are strange people at times.
Wilf invited me to the Civil Service Social Club's annual trip to Hastings which is due to take place in early August. He'd bought two tickets, one for him and the other for his mother, but she's recently developed an aversion to sitting on plush coach seats and as a result, can no longer get full use of her old person's Oyster card.
I must say that Wilf looked especially stylish today - he was wearing his beige suit with the trousers nattily pulled up high onto his slim waist. His hair was also especially thick and lushous, although I'm sure he had a number of bald patches a month ago. When I complemented him on it he said that it was all down to a product called 'Miracle Hair Crop' which his mother had bought via a shopping channel (apparently her allergies don't apply to TV remote controls or credit cards - meow!) After our alloted hour we returned to our respective offices where I'm currently wondering how to back record convert 1568 files...
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