Another Saturday of overtime behind me. Sunday spent cleaning, washing, ironing and generally tidying up. I, once again, find myself at my keyboard attempting to write at least one or two paragraphs that I will not end up deleting. That is the problem, the delete button. What, I wonder, would life be like if there was a delete button, for real? Would any of us survive for long? The guy that pulled out on me in Hamlet Court Rd for instance, well, he would have been instantly zapped. The woman in the ridiculously long checkout queue in Iceland who decided she wasnt going to see me, patiently waiting my turn, and plonked her basket on the counter in front of me - erased. Fans of opposing football teams....you see where this could lead? Of course some of us would be OK, it would only be the really annoying people that would have anything to worry about. The rest of us are just occasionally a bit daft, I seem to remember, several years ago, I inadvertantly washed my husands wages, nestled safely as they were, in the back pocket of his jeans. Oh, how we laughed. Well, eventually. I say, its got very dark in here has'nt it?....hello? .......... Is anyone there?.......hello?
Weekends are a bit quiet, aren't they - I guess some people might even have lives outside of Blogland - but not me!
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