I logged on at work today and saw Wilf's face peering at me through the depths of our intranet. He hadn't pre-warned me but apparently he'd been chosen to write about a typical day at work, which he'd done with aplomb if you ask me. I found his detailed account of how he seemlessly manages to re-classify Government files, manage a small team, deal with the National Archives and still have time for a nice cup of tea was absoluely thrilling. The shots of him wearing his new fawn moleskin suit was quite attractive too if I may say so.
Father has decided to move into his shed as it's the only place in the house he feels welcome apparently. Therefore he's personalised it with old cushions, a wilton rug and some gardening chairs. I can't say that it looks very homely but I did hear the dulcet tones of Jethro Tull escaping from the rickety door earlier, so I suppose he must be happy.
Mother's just told me that we're to be lumbered with Cousin Eleanor's son Sebastian for the weekend, which isn't great news. Apparently Eleanor's spending a week at a 'fat ass boot camp' and the care of her child is to be shared amongst her close family. Her husband is coming along to ride a bike and shout words of encoragement to her as she tries to scale a small mountain whilst carrying a backpack full of bricks. Mind you, she is a bit of a lard bucket, I can honestly say that I've been a true size 12 for many years now, which is handy because I haven't needed to purchase a great number of new clothes and I can benefit from other's gluttony when I visit the local charity shops. Toodle pip!
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