My END OF DAYS meter is kicking out some unusually high readings...up at the raining fish level.
Better bunk off work and get a shandy in true English fashion.
My holiday has involved putting various criminals to bed and then getting up to make breakfast for the righteous. My dreams of running a quiet Ibizan B and B lie in shatters
These short trousered jeans are also “distressed” but not as much as their wearer. I have learned that I need to carry an emergency sarong at all times.
I’m on holiday and wearing a cut down Jean trouser. I feel the continual need to explain to people that I have made a terrible fashion error. Should have worn a skirt.
Explaining to my family why I need to take a suitcase filled with shoes and hats is not going well. Beyonce is not a persuasive precedent. #shoesinhandluggage
The Isle of Wight is hosting me today for Boy3’s cricket tour. I’m going to be spending the day living up to my reputation at the school for being very shy and reserved. Which I am, by the fucking way
The case of Watching boy3 step over a blob of ketchup on the floor 3 times before I tidied it up reminded me of the difference between the homeowner and the non rent paying “resident”. “There’s some over there too”, he added helpfully.
Walking the earth near my office building. The passing of the guard has happened. Streets filled with kids no older than my oldest and me looking like their dad. Better go back to my desk to transact difficult law badly.
I feel that I reached my peak as a negotiator when I said on the conference call “How you gonna do me like dat?” And people on that call considered their doing.
@thelawyercatrin You’ve been drinking with me. You know that that would not be the end of it. Anyway I’ve loaded up the bag with homework and hopefully the bag will have read it all before my calls tomorrow.
The interesting benefit of my swanky new spitalfield office is that I seem to be on the flight path for weekend hen/stag parties. So far three sets have gone by. All in fancy dress. Doesn’t make up for being at work.
I normally do not comment on diet but next man has just taken on two mars bars and two Red Bull’s for brekker. Hope he isn’t a surgeon. As for me, I was dancing with a cocktail bar bouncer 7 hours ago so what do I know about lifestyle choices