A Day In The Wife

31 Jan

So I was walking along today, pondering the meaning of life and such like and then it suddenly hit me. That’ll teach me not to look before I cross the road.

Today was a pretty drab affair all in all, though strangely everything seemed to happen in twos. I had two dinners, I saw two nans and was subjected to the usual relentless noise from upstairs by people who are just TOO noisy.

My visit to the local Co-op store was as laborious and as time-consuming as ever while I was waiting in the queue for ten minutes just to buy gas. Very strange seeing as I was the only one in it.

My early evening consisted of trying to get the calls stopped that my nan is constantly subjected to, whereby companies seem to think that it’s not extremely insulting to phone her up and say ”hi, have you considered making a will seeing as you’re a seriously old basatrd” or words to that effect. I did suggest that she say next time it happens ”listen sunshine, call again and you’ll be the one needing funeral arrangements, not me” but I think that she’s too good-natured for that kind of talk.

After some leftover bolognese mixed with leftover cabbage I returned home where I spent the umpteenth night alone. Well, alone if you don’t include Mrs Palm and her five lovely daughters or the delightful young lady that I’ve been chatting to via text for around five weeks now. Yes, Mrs Palm’s family and this girl often keep me from being lonely and sometimes I even like to combine the two. With that in mind, let’s hope this girl never stumbles across this blog.

Somebody on Facebook said it was snowing here tonight, but I didn’t see any signs of it when I looked through the Venetian blinds a little later on. Maybe he was just suffering from the worst case of dandruff the world has ever known and couldn’t bring himself to admit to his illness. Either that or I’m completely blind and my lenses need changing.

Well, my day is nearly over and I’m still baffled as to why I still have Family Guy boring the pants off of me in the background when I could just simply reach for the remote control and end the monotony.  Maybe Mrs Palm and her five lovely daughters have sapped me of all my energy. Women these days, they can be so demanding that it often drains one’s energy reserves.

On the subject of depleted energy, I shall soon have to retire to bed I think, providing the usual shenanigans of the work shy upstairs don’t prevent me from doing so for the umpteenth time. Yes, there seems to be people in our society who think it’s acceptable to live off the tax of others and then have the audacity to keep them awake each night, just to add insult to injury and on that note, a noise filled slumber beckons me to it.

Until tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams.

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