Mood:
chillin'Topic: Stephen Says
All work & no play makes for very, vert light blogging. I'm learning the joys of the 14 hour work day (It's not so bad, actually) and the joys of receriving a pay cheque (Debts will be paid.) that's bigger than your wifes. The only thing is that there's not alot to say. This morning's conversation:
Me: "We should up date the blog."
Elisabeth: "Yup."
Silence.
Oooh! OOOH! I know, there was a talent show in the Woking mall yesterday. E pointed out the the mall doubles as the city's rec centre. How horrible is that? Not a horrible as a fat, hairy 50 year old man in a leisure suit singing Elton John songs. Or kids doing dances to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Or 50 teens smooshed into our local bandstand (About the size of our kitchen) trying to play their own brand of feel-good, tinny, high school band music while avoiding the slide trombone threatening to concuss the 1st 2 rows. But I digress...
Friday was the hottest day in England in 50 years. I sweated through it and it seems that the coming apocalypse was averted but the fallout it that it's still pretty nice out and we're off to the nice pub this afternoon. The one with the big beer garden on the bank of the canal.
And that's about it. While I sweated it out on Friday in the busy office (sort of...), Elisabeth got off work early & went to a BBQ at her boss' house with the rest of her office and got to impress everyone with her abilities in gymnastics, alcohol consumption & Swedish wood chucking. All crowned by a wobbly bike ride home and, saving the best for last, Ghostbusters.
Who ya gonna call?