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See My Baby Jive
Much to my surprise Furtle’s package did indeed turn up yesterday after all. Apparently it arrived just ten minutes after I’d given up on it. Thank God for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colonel_maxim’s late starts on Mondays. I am under strict instructions from Furtle not to attempt to see what’s in it. I am not even allowed to pick it up and shake it in an attempt to guess. As I took it upstairs, I do know it is too light to be books, but that’s about it. Clearly the packaging was too good as even a tentative shaking of the parcel before Furtle’s arrival home elicited no sounds, so I can’t use odd noises from within to help me guess.
I shall just have to wait. Bum.
Today I reckon I shall have to give some thought to Mum’s Christmas pressie. Actually it won’t take that much thought; I know she wants a pair of earrings, the hard part will be choosing something that I think she’ll like. I have also been commissioned to find a book for her by my sister. Something – probably the most recent I can find - by someone called Maeve Binchy. If her books are anything like the ones Mum normally reads, I can see myself having to give the shop assistant my best glassy stare and pretend not to notice that I am purchasing a romantic bodice ripper. Oh dear.
In other news, someone has been draining the last vestiges of my patience and other peoples’ common sense here at the office. This is a poisonous combination as I get grumpier as the day passes, but it is very situation specific and as soon as I am out of the door in an evening, it all disappears. This is just as well, as we are popping into the pub on the way home for a sherbet with the Boy Andrews & Co.
colonel_maxim’s late starts on Mondays. I am under strict instructions from Furtle not to attempt to see what’s in it. I am not even allowed to pick it up and shake it in an attempt to guess. As I took it upstairs, I do know it is too light to be books, but that’s about it. Clearly the packaging was too good as even a tentative shaking of the parcel before Furtle’s arrival home elicited no sounds, so I can’t use odd noises from within to help me guess.I shall just have to wait. Bum.
Today I reckon I shall have to give some thought to Mum’s Christmas pressie. Actually it won’t take that much thought; I know she wants a pair of earrings, the hard part will be choosing something that I think she’ll like. I have also been commissioned to find a book for her by my sister. Something – probably the most recent I can find - by someone called Maeve Binchy. If her books are anything like the ones Mum normally reads, I can see myself having to give the shop assistant my best glassy stare and pretend not to notice that I am purchasing a romantic bodice ripper. Oh dear.
In other news, someone has been draining the last vestiges of my patience and other peoples’ common sense here at the office. This is a poisonous combination as I get grumpier as the day passes, but it is very situation specific and as soon as I am out of the door in an evening, it all disappears. This is just as well, as we are popping into the pub on the way home for a sherbet with the Boy Andrews & Co.