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.
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Snow Go
Why oh why is everyone lamenting about a lack of snow in Preston? No you can't make a snowman from cold, driving rain but I would rather it rain than be caught slipping towards a duel carriageway due to slush and black ice underfoot. When I sound off about the perils of snow people often ask me if I didn't go sledging as a child or make a snow angel. Well no I didn't. The closest I came to sledging was slipping out of the corner shop door one wintery Saturday. The entrance was on a tarmac incline and as I slid down I reached back for the door way to steady myself and got my fingers trapped in the closing hinge bit. Thankfully the kindly newsagent came to my rescue but the combination of cold, ice underfoot and badly bruised fingers has haunted me ever since. And for that reason I shall be staying inside all weekend, with a pot of mint tea and out of date flapjack. See you when the sun comes out!
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