The appearance just now on my desk of a little bottle of hand sanitizing gel - part of CLSA's ongoing battle against swine flu - prompts me to tell you about my latest brush with death which occurred earlier this week. I went into Bob and Lottie's bathroom to do the evening clear up of towels and removal of plug, soap (occasionally), festy face cloths and plastic crocodiles from the bath. Two steps in and wham, I slipped flat onto my back. The little s*ds had discovered that by emptying the entire contents of a bottle of head lice spray onto the bathroom floor the room could be converted into a very satisfactory ice rink.
Hen meantime is sunning herself in the south of France where the boyfriends parents have a house - she's not that daft. They went there by car and a long old journey it was apparently. She rang me just after 5am on Tuesday as they began their drive from the Midlands and two hours later rang again to tell me that Olly had forgotten his passport and they were back where they had started. I would have gone mad, but I wish I could show you the text Hen sent me..... "We've booked another ferry which leaves at quarter to two. It was only £15 to change it. It's fine. We had forgotten the Doritos too so forgetting the passport was irrelevant".... You've got to love it. Many hours later I received another text. "je suis arriver en France!" to which I replied... "C'est pas possible. Es tu certain tu n'es pas en Belgique?"
I think I need a holiday.....oh yes, but I've got one coming up the week after next. Emulating our glorious PM I will be in the East Neuk. Lifestyles of the rich and famous. I tell you this now because I have an abbreviated week in the office coming up first as I head off early on a course or two. Anyway, have a good weekend and catch you on Monday.
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