Scissors, black biro, hole punch and stapler. Let me feel the thickness of your copier paper. 54 year old male administrator for a local charity seeks love in the most unlikely places.
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Pool of Silly Swims
Just got back from swimming. It was like the Pool of Silly Swims today, people swimming in all directions and doing some strange strokes at that. So I got out and got dry after two lengths. Plus I winded myself after attempting to dive. My bad day didn't stop there, the vending machine decided to keep my 60p and refused to dispense my post swim cup-a-soup. Then when I got outside it was bucketing it down with a twenty minute wait for the bus. With fitness in mind I walked home and slipped in what I hoped was a rotten banana but smelt distinctly like dog muck. So I arrived home wet and hungry. I nearly didn't notice the answer machine flashing a message. Thinking it was Meryl I rushed over and listened. It was another response from my Lonely Hearts Ad. After meeting Meryl I completely forgot to take the ad out of the paper. What am I to do? The new lady sounds lovely. But I'm seeing Meryl, we haven't kissed yet but its early days, well nearly a month into the relationship. Do I phone the new lady back? Would I be betraying Meryl? I'm going to ponder it over a slice of warm quiche and a cup of tea.
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