It’s that time of year again. Academia can fall to the wayside and the children can take to the [wet and windy] streets, laughing gaily as they splash about in summer puddles. Huzzah.
I will do all those odd little things that need doing. I shall paint the bedroom, find someone to put up a new back-gate and play on Guitar Hero till my fingers drop off through sheer exhaustion. I might even put some shelves up, wonkily.
I shall take my Mumsy to visit her ancestors in tiny village churchyards, and travel under the sea to buy cigarettes and alcohol (and cheese!). Later we will pile into the car for a trip to a land where everybody talks funny [Wales] and we shall bop up and down to the tunes of REM, after tiring out the nephews, who will try to tire us out with Buzz!
I will take oodles of crap to charity shops and drool whenever I spy Rex [BBUK9] on the tellybox. If I’m very clever I’ll think of something to stop the cat s.hitting in her own back garden (on the lawn, no less.) Tsk. I will spend copious amounts of time playing with my brand new digital camera. It’s an ickle one so that I can carry it with me everywhere and take random pictures of random stuff. It saves carrying the Canon SLR and its lenses everywhere, and thus saves on worrying about loss or theft or dropping it into water. Phew.
I will not get addicted to the Jeremy Kyle show, for he is a tosser.
And then the summer will be over, and September will plonk her big hairy arse down and insist I go back to work. Yay! Work! Remember the issues with redundancy? I still have a job.
I’ll only be working a four-day week from September, but this is good. It means that my good friend Dotty still has money coming in, and I’m a lazy bitch anyway so a day off [Wednesday] suits me very very muchly. Still, I don’t mind if September takes a long time to actually get here …
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