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A foot long one...and my rings too big

by chrisglos @ Saturday, 24. Mar, 2007 - 11:34:34

A foot long one and my rings too big

Prior to settling down for some writing and work on my web page, probably with a coffee thrown in, I think I'll flex my typing muscles and blog a little bit about wots goin' daahhhnnnn in my manor.

Well last night I didn't finish work until 7pm. 7pm! That's nearly midnight. And on a Friday. And following a similar finish on Thursday. Fool. Anyhoo, I was strolling home at this unusual hour thinking I would have a lazy couch potato evening for once but my plans were scuppered by a text from my friend as I was walking back. I say scuppered, what I really mean is the hymen that is my willpower was easily penetrated and the text was just the excuse I needed. I think she must have been having man issues and wanted a bendy ear, so I thought why not and popped on my Frasier head. A quick cheese on toast sandwich (is that a contradiction?), lather of the armpits to rid them of the days work odour, superman speed costume change and I was out the door again.

To be honest I couldnt really afford it, but those magic words 'Beer? On me!' were there in black and white so how could I refuse. So very kindly, in return for my nodding, words of wisdom and company, and listening to her day, I was treated to free beers. And if that wasnt generous enough, an insistence on getting a Subway. I felt bad and don't like to feel like I'm taking advantage - I'm used to being the generous one - so even though I said I could only go for a six incher, I ended up stuffing a foot long one in me...

Up at the crack of dawn today - 6 o'clock for some unknown reason, and by 9 15 I'd already been up, showered (god I needed it), got my pinny out, put the washing on, breakfasted (if thats a verb), coffeed it (ditto), been to the library, fed the ducks, read the Guardian and got back home.

Having a tidy up though I was dismayed to find my ring had disappeared. Casting my mind back, I now remember it happened on Tuesday. I have vague recollections of the end of the night where I was either pointing in a Saturday Night Fever frenzy or just raising my hand. I think after losing weight recently my ring was just too slack.

It's either under a pool table or in the Alsatian by now.

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