Highly Strung

Last night the Boyf surprised me with a flying visit carrying a ‘Wich. For those who have not experienced the delights of the ‘Wich – it’s actually a vanilla cookie and a chocolate cookie wrapped around a slice of vanilla ice cream – genius!

Me: munching on a canape and thinking – wow this whippy pate stuff is the best I’ve ever tasted.

Me: Catching the words duck – oh is this duck pate?

Colleague: No it’s foie gras.

Me: Doh! Why does something so good have to be soooo baaaad

Text from the Boyf (Head of Web Technologies) at 11pm last night:

‘an sipped immit’

predictive text – difficult innit.

Have just got home and realised the top button on my very low cut shirt was undone – how long has that been the case exactly?

Tell no-one

Boss: right Kirses, budgets! It’s that time of the month again.

Me: How did you know? – is it that obvious?

Boss; momentarily confused by my little joke and trying to figure out if I am serious about being on the blob (as the Boyf charmingly puts it).

Me: Just joking…

(I am on it though)

Me to a male colleague: So I hear you did very well in your exam, congratulations.

Him: thanks, yeah I worked really hard. The exams at my college are really tough and they only let you do one re-sit in the whole 4 years.

Male colleague to exam result colleague: A little birdy tells me you did really well in your exam.

Exam result colleague: Yeah dunno how I managed that eh.

A call to the hairdresser:

Receptionist: and do you know who cut your hair last time?

Me: um, I don’t know his name. What’s your name? Was it you?

Receptionist/apprentice: no, no it wouldn’t been me.

Me: ok well he was not very tall and had very short hair, like the kind of haircut men who might be losing their hair have.

Receptionist: You mean balding

Me: um, yeah

I’ve not washed my hair since Sunday. I have no idea why I’m proud of that.