Well the good news is that apparently I seemed to have finally stumbled into an actual job, I've been waiting weeks/months for work and interviews and this week three of them came at once, a bit like buses although without the driver swearing at you. Speaking of which I presume its something to do with me hitting 30 in a few weeks, during which time I will of course be handed the official pipe and slippers and use phrases like "In my day..." but the other day I was actually impressed by the girl sitting somewhere behind me on the bus who managed to talk non stop for 45 minutes. I don't mean that includes conversational breaks where the other person speaks but a proper no pausing for breath, no waiting for the person on the other end to answer, a stream of consciousness that featured everything from boyfriends, TV, movies, the papers, breakfast, pencils, a batch of very off key singing oh and how quiet the bus was.
T.O.H suggests that maybe there was no one on the other end of the line.
Oh and should mention the other week I managed to get stuck down the side of my bed like some form of 1970's sitcom. A situation that although comic in the first few minutes rapidly led to blind panic by the thought of T.O.H coming home and finding me wedged against the wall like a pound land doorstop or a fish wrapped in Sellotape. If in upcoming weeks this blog is silent and papper and milks starts pilling up on the doorstep for gods sake kick the door down.
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