Schedules and skedules
I have a very simple schedule.
And that is pronounced “shed-yule” NOT “sked-yule” [fucking Americans!]
Anyhows I have a day-on, day-off rota.
On a day-on, I tackle all the jobs around the estate that are too heavy even for Herself.
This usually means attacking the brambles that thrive in this place. It’s no exaggeration to say that they can grow to a height of twenty or more feet above the ground if they can find a sympathetic tree to climb. The hedgerows are thick with brambles and it they aren’t kept in check they would take over the house as well [a bit like Herself, really?].
On my day off, I rest from my exertions and spend the day trying to stick on the strips of skin that have been torn off, or removing gigantic thorns from awkward places.
Yesterday was my day-on. I managed to clear a large corner of one of the fields that had been completely overgrown.
I ended up knackered and almost bloodless.
Today was to be my day-off, but things cropped up and I had to make an unexpected trip to the other end of the country [or it felt like that anyway].
So I haven’t had a chance to patch up the torn skin or revitalise the blood supply.
So do I do that tomorrow?
Or am I back to a day-on again?
I hate decisions.
Jesus I say sked-ule. I’ve been yankified and I didn’t even know it.
I think you should see how you feel GD.
If you want my advice on what you should do. I think you should take herself up the estate for a rumble in the hay and don’t come back till your knackered 🙂
you’re* hate when people do that.. opps.
Don’t you mean don’t come beck before Herself is knackered?
Do you mean “oops”? Don’t you hate it when people do that? 😉
Oops, That’s it. Never get that one right either. Fuck it.
Yeah, that’s even better GD, don’t come beck ’till herself is knackered! 🙂
My kind of man!
What was I reading one time.. on work and not work..hmm
In praise of idleness, that’s it. Bertrand Russell ..
Here, you might like it –
Like most of my generation, I was brought up on the saying: “Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.” Being a highly virtuous child, I believed all that I was told, and acquired a conscience which has kept me working hard down to the present moment. But although my conscience has controlled my actions, my opinions have undergone a revolution.
Bertrand says, do fuck all!
The British invented the language and we Americans perfected it!
Anne – Who am I to argue with Bertrand?
Brainf – Murdered it, more like.
I guess you went to shool and not school.
I like a glass of schnapps while guiltily enjoying a degree of schadenfreude when some schizoid schmuck makes a fool of themselves…
I know, I know – don’t be such a clever scholastic cunt Caratacus.