… going to start back to work today.
Honestly.
I admit that I had had something of a leisurely morning in a kind-of half-hearted working on my Quebec web pages and that I was gradually winding myself up to the idea of making a start – and then the telephone rang, and that was that.
Apparently, Cecile had just won a set of gates on eBay but on going to pick them up, she discovered that were too big to go in her car.
It’s a good job that I had spent half an hour or so emptying out Caliburn the other day, so like the true superheroes that we are, Caliburn, Strawberry Moose and I dashed into the nearest telephone box to put our underpants on outside our trousers.
Having done that, we dashed to the rescue.
Perhaps it’s here that I should interject that my brother always used to wear his underpants outside his trousers. But that wasn’t because he was a superhero, it was because he was two sandwiches short of a picnic.
A drive out to Doyet (way the other side of Commentry) was reimbursed by the offer of an evening meal, for which I’m always grateful as you know.
And then, after another marathon session lighting her stove we ended up watching episodes of “The Twilight Zone” until quite late.
I shall just have to start work tomorrow now.
Won’t I?
