Brekky

The intarweb seems to be rather arthritic this morning and when it does actually load a webpage, it is with minimal formatting and charmingly gothic letters.

In other news, feasting on cold rhubarb crumble before 8.15am is a fine way to get the first of your five a day.

I must have another lie down.

Brekky

The intarweb seems to be rather arthritic this morning and when it does actually load a webpage, it is with minimal formatting and charmingly gothic letters.

In other news, feasting on cold rhubarb crumble before 8.15am is a fine way to get the first of your five a day.

I must have another lie down.

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Polishing off the leftover rhubarb crumble for breakfast is all fine and dandy, but here I am middle of the morning eyeing up my desk as a possible snack.

Mungry.

I guess that rhubarb crumble is not quite as ‘slow release’ as my usual mix of Shreddies (knitted by nanas) and Rice Krispies (or at least the Waitrose variant thereof). I doubt that it will help that today’s lunch will again be carrots and houmous with a banana for dessert.

*eyes desk and considers the use of condiments*

Our Central Pay and Pensions Authorised Pensions Administration Centre for DfT and CLG (How big a title do they need?) have been sending out pensions statements over the past couple of weeks. Mine has just arrived, though it was dated 29 October.

These are marvellous documents: every word is in English, every sentence is indecipherable. The only thing that I can work out with any certainty is that should I kick the bucket now, I would be rich. In fact, in strictly financial terms, pegging out now provides me with more money than holding on until I hit retirement age! I should be able to send my corpse on a five star world cruise! When I retire, I shall be able to afford a packet of biscuits. Admittedly this paper does not include a forecast of my likely state pension, but knowing what little I do about the system, I reckon that would allow me to upgrade the biscuits to chocolate Hobnobs.

I see from my ‘Nominations for Benefits’ ie, if my toes curl before time, who gets the cash, is still with my silver haired old Mum. The address is rather out of date, but it shows that my handwriting may not be all I thought it to be. Apparently she lives in Harlescott Orange wherever that maybe. Somewhere in Shewsbury, it seems.

I think the paper was prepared by gibbons.

(no subject)

Polishing off the leftover rhubarb crumble for breakfast is all fine and dandy, but here I am middle of the morning eyeing up my desk as a possible snack.

Mungry.

I guess that rhubarb crumble is not quite as ‘slow release’ as my usual mix of Shreddies (knitted by nanas) and Rice Krispies (or at least the Waitrose variant thereof). I doubt that it will help that today’s lunch will again be carrots and houmous with a banana for dessert.

*eyes desk and considers the use of condiments*

Our Central Pay and Pensions Authorised Pensions Administration Centre for DfT and CLG (How big a title do they need?) have been sending out pensions statements over the past couple of weeks. Mine has just arrived, though it was dated 29 October.

These are marvellous documents: every word is in English, every sentence is indecipherable. The only thing that I can work out with any certainty is that should I kick the bucket now, I would be rich. In fact, in strictly financial terms, pegging out now provides me with more money than holding on until I hit retirement age! I should be able to send my corpse on a five star world cruise! When I retire, I shall be able to afford a packet of biscuits. Admittedly this paper does not include a forecast of my likely state pension, but knowing what little I do about the system, I reckon that would allow me to upgrade the biscuits to chocolate Hobnobs.

I see from my ‘Nominations for Benefits’ ie, if my toes curl before time, who gets the cash, is still with my silver haired old Mum. The address is rather out of date, but it shows that my handwriting may not be all I thought it to be. Apparently she lives in Harlescott Orange wherever that maybe. Somewhere in Shewsbury, it seems.

I think the paper was prepared by gibbons.

Harlescott Orange

All in all, if at this moment in time I was informed authoritatively that should I never encounter another carrot stick, or tub of houmous, I would take it with the greatest of equanimity.

Tomorrow I shall have myself a lard sandwich and hang the consequences.

That is all.

Harlescott Orange

All in all, if at this moment in time I was informed authoritatively that should I never encounter another carrot stick, or tub of houmous, I would take it with the greatest of equanimity.

Tomorrow I shall have myself a lard sandwich and hang the consequences.

That is all.