Today a colleague was having a slow morning.
At twenty to one she said: “Oh come on, afternoon! Hurry up and come and go.”
Dare say Mrs Brit is starting to feel the same way? A strange sort of no-time, those days before the Main Event.Our first was disobligingly late -- hot curries and bungee jumping being the tips most eagerly proffered, I seem to recall. Wife was happy to try the first and, as time wore on (and on),increasingly open to the second.
Due tomorrow, Jonathan, though not much sign of it wanting to come out at the mo. Hot curries, pineapples and base-jumping at the weekend; she's fed up.
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