A Fresh Start

Sorry for that rude interruption yesterday. You’ll not be interested in my webhosting woes.

At lunchtime I crossed the road outside the orifice and entered the Temple of Pain (although they prefer to be referred to as the XYZ Dental Practice). Registering was easy enough but I have to question the wisdom, if you’re a receptionist who sits low down beneath a high counter at which patients have to stand to complete forms and the like, of wearing such a low-cut top. I nearly registered myself as Mr Cleavage through no fault of my own. I’ve a check-up booked with Madame Agonie in three weeks’ time.

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We learned some unsettling things about the new management. After managing to deliver a report to Very Demanding Partner, Nigel (after calling Tall Andy and me ‘dudes’) suggested beers on him on Friday night.

He clearly reported our success to his boss, Kylie, because we got an email a little later saying: “Nigel gives beer, I give kisses.” and promising us a thousand kisses each.

You have no idea how terrifying a prospect that is.

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I bumped¹ into Popsy on my way to the station after work and we chatted about this and that. The subject of alternative careers was raised and, when asked, “So what would you like to be when you grow up?“² her immediate response was “Rich”. When pressed, she mentioned an interest in getting into reflexology.

“You mean men paying you to touch them?”

“I suppose so, but nothing pervy.”

“Fair enough, but I think you’re rejecting what could be a very lucrative market -and you did say your ideal career was ‘Rich’.”

I bumped into her again today and sought to reassure her that I wasn’t angling to be one of her customers. I’m not convinced she believed me.

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I handed the A60 over to Tipper for his fortnight’s trial period. I’m sure he’ll want to buy it after this period which will reduce the cost of the Ixus50 somewhat. Talking of which, the new toy should be waiting for me when I get home.

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My path and that of Jimbo crossed today and we agreed to meet at the Angler(the scene of last week’s glass-theft crime). I’m pleased to report that my behaviour was impeccable this time and I left with no more than that with which I arrived.

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Later: Woo hoo - new toy’s here!

¹ Not literally - she’d have snapped in two
² I’m surprised I got away with that too