Well the Salmonella police haven't come around. Instead some nice lady rang up Bridie and asked about everything. Clearly she was too scared to come around herself. Probably scrubbing her phone with alcohol still. But the pandemic crisis seems to have been averted.
Lucky Bridie didn't tell her about the birds we are keeping under the sink. They're not looking very chirpy...
The big news is that my job is 'at risk of being made redundant.' That's right, Steve could be out on the street with nothing to do. Time to buy a Hoodie, and speak using a lot of 'f' words. In Australia I would have to change my name to Stevo.
I had a short dream about lounging around at home in the manner to which I am accustomed. Playing video games, watching daytime TV, and cashing cheques for the government. But a quick check of the finances indicated that this was a non-starter. Apparently I am high maintenance - who would have thought?
And eBay won't let me sell my liver and kidneys online.
Bridie, of course, is fine. She had a small pay rise, but not enough to pay for a layabout husband. She also refuses to part with her kidneys.
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you also had a dream about going to work naked, but I don't see that mentioned in the blog.
Down with selective blogging, it should be warts and all or nothing!! And while we're at it: Free the Indianapolis 500, they're innocent.
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