Well it has finally stopped raining and I have managed to climb back on my trolley but I may well fall off again at any moment. Yesterday we had the worst storms for twenty years with up to ninety miles an hour winds. Me being Einstein decided to go to the sea front and photograph the sea. Well I won't be doing that again, I didn't managed to take anything and had to be rescued from being blown away by the kind folks in the Ford Fiesta. So here is a shot I took indoors.
I am struggling with time on my hands at the moment. In the summer I work a forty hour week do an Avon round ( ding dong ), train in the evenings for dancing and then on one of our days off we travel to the mainland, train for three hours then walk two miles back to the ferry.One night we were traveling to Blackpool for a Comp the next day and the only time I could get a spray tan was after work. Now for anyone who has never walked the path of the paper knickers, tan does not dry instantly like they want you to believe, oh no ,it runs and about half of the top layer washes off the first time you shower. Now on this day I had to have the tan after work and then do my Avon round on foot. The heavens opened and let's say by the third house I looked like the Thriller video and not the Avon advert.
Now the summer season is over and only have about twenty hours work with the weekends off home alone.
At work we are still recovering from " The Monster Mash " day which was when someone decided to do this particular party dance with real mashed potato. As an endorsement for Alba flat screen T.V's they are surprisingly sturdy and can survive having two boxes of instant smash lobed at them by slightly tipsy ( Peed as a fart ) holiday makers.
I have long since given up going out with my friends with small children ( teenagers no problem ) as they always want to do mummy stuff and as a middle aged childless woman you are either looked at with pity or like you are a paedophile, neither of which match my shoes.
So now my hands are feeling a little idle and we all know what happens to idle hands. At least it's only two days a week and I have all my blogger friends to rescue me from drink and fornication.
At least my friend T is back off the Ferries soon which means the devil can make work for both of us. Maybe I can pursued The Colin to take photos of her in her pants!
Sorry I have been a bit rambling today.
6 comments:
It would make an interesting day out just watching your antics from afar. Trying to keep pace with the speed at which you change track with great humour, and narrowly avoid so many disasters such as being blown away. All this without the author herself realising just how magnificently amusing you actually are.
Scarlet and Kerrie... the bloggers bookends.
Unmissable.
'teenagers no problem' - Yes I find I have more in common with them than the mothers.
I worked with them for long enough.
Hey don't look at me to save you from "drink and fornication" if anything I encourage it. Go ahead by " The Collin" a few drinks.... don't have too many yourself.
Jimmy: It doesn't seem so great living it but you always chear me up,as you have the silver tongue of the devil himself.
I love Scarlet too, I think we are more glamorous than book ends, more like bejeweled posts.
Kaz: I actually like teenagers a lot. Maybe it's just my mentality. Perhaps I never really left them.
Liam: and I was counting on you as a reformed character.
I wish I could've seen pictures of that storm.
But I am glad that you are okay.
We have a lot of sunshine here in CA, but we definitely pay for it with the housing prices.
Senorita: I dream of sunshine
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