It's like a lazy Sunday Afternoon at Wilson Mansions
and it's not Sunday!
The weather is too bad for a bike ride.
How come, that when I sit down, I fall asleep?
I have reached an all time low.
Not emotionally -
Lazinessly !
Little Sheila is still with us
sleeping more than me
but not as much as Zig.
She talks all about the birth.
I would if my belly was about to sprout.
It would be a good way to slim.
She is three stone heavier than normal Sheila.
She is beautifully bulging
(Photos not-permitted-all-censored-unfair!)
What day is it today?
Sheila is on the bed settee.
Squashed between the Juke Box and the desk
(I am going to give you a guided tour
of my office next week -
photos and descriptions of all the artefacts.
What time is it?
If I could get in my office
bed settee in the way,
make-up and womens stuff
all over my desk,
I would be working at my
hundreds of emails -
I have got used to not diving in there now!
What day is it?
Read the little book today
by Malcolm Doney and Martin Wroe.
I mentioned it here before Christmas.
Get it, stimulating.
Lulu dot com will send it to you.
Where have week-ends gone?
The TV, dysfunctional from Christmas Eve,
was replaced by a new Sky HD today.
It's great to have a HD TV for our first Christmas -
next year I hope!
New Years midnight -
is all planned
breaking a bottle of Champagne
on Whitstable Beach hey hey
But when will that be?
