No time for golf
It has been a sort of a hectic week.
People worry about retirement and how they will fill in all that spare time. The cliché of course is that people should take up golf or bowls or bridge or some such shit like that. Take it from me.. you won't have any time for any of that.
First of all there was a touch of flu or a cold or something that wouldn't go away and it left me somewhat mentally muggy. The whiskey didn't help.
Then I had to go out for the annual haircut. It's my little concession to the civilised world, as villagers were complaining that I was scaring visitors away. So I usually have a little cut and blow job around this time of year.
Then there was the saga of my armchair. That is back and is more comfy than ever but my arse is still sore from that abomination of a temporary chair. I still can't sit down for very long.
The biggest time killer though was a little job I am doing for the community. And no – it's not scrubbing off graffiti by order of the courts – it's a little job I volunteered to do and it is taking far longer and is far more time consuming than I had anticipated. I'm not complaining and in fact am rather enjoying it, but is taking up most of my time these days.
So all in all, I have had little time for this site. Even worse, while I managed to make time for the occasional little brain-fart, I sorely neglected some of the comments. Sorry about that.
Actually I just noticed that yesterday the site had the fewest visitors in a very long time – since the beginning of August in fact.
So I suppose it's just as well I didn't waste my time by writing anything if there was no one there to read it?
"it's a little job I volunteered to do"
Intriguing….. oh do please tell GD, don't leave your readers in suspense.
I'm lending my "expertise" [*cough*] to the local National School. With one grandchild attending and another about to, I thought it might be a good time to do some brown-nosing….
"expertise"
I dare not ask……….
I am a person of many and some rare talents.
So I usually have a little cut and blow job around this time of year.
Blimey GD, the hairdressers round here usually confine themselves to cutting hair. Maybe I should make my next appointment in Ireland! 😉 What do they charge for the 'extras', and are they buxom? I'm assuming that the staff are female, of course. I may be wrong, in which case, I'll stick to my local hairdressers. Well, I'm not prejudiced, but….
The owner is a little – how shall I say? – well, let's just say I don't think he plays rugby…
The staff on the other hand are young, pretty and very female. Heh!
Hope you're feeling better GD…
I had to go on a bit of an overseas assignment for a few months. Have I missed anything? Has the country gone down the toilet yet?
Hope you didn't miss me too much..
There y'are, Anne! These "overseas assignments" are a bugger, but they soon pass when you take remission for good behaviour into account.
Not missed much. Country even further around the U-bend if that's possible?
Few Saturday visitors to the site, eh? They must have been a) playing golf, b) shopping, c) lazing around, d) bungee jumping in the Wicklow hills, e) making love not war, f) building sand castles on Curracloe beach, g) visiting relatives in Tipperary, h) groping around in the dark after being switched-off for failing to pay electricity bills. Don't worry, Monday is a new week and normal service will be resumed soon.
Saturday is always slack for some reason. I would have thought that Sunday would fit that bill, but no…..
I would put my money on H rather than F. Though I'd say most of 'em just stay in bed for the day [which would imply E?].
Are you perhaps infecting the (precious) children with your own peculiar virulent strain of flu ?
Teaching 'em how to pack a pipe properly.
Oh God,that's alright then. For a minute there I thought that you might actually pose a danger/risk to the little angels, (precious children etc).
Well I visited a few times but you weren't there!
Wasn't where? Sorry I missed you anyway. Did you leave a message?
First of all there was a touch of flu or a cold or something that wouldn't go away and it left me somewhat mentally muggy.
More than usual you mean?
I'm lending my "expertise" [*cough*] to the local National School.
By standing in the main hallway as an example of what happens if you don't study hard in school?
Sorry, haven't picked on you for` awhile now.