One only has to do one thing before the deadline to feel brisk, efficient and on top of things. If only I were. But I have renewed my car tax, a week early, because I have a feeling it won't be at the top of my to-do list when I get home and I'll forget. I've also remembered to send my friend (from schooldays) Lynn a birthday present, which is not bad going for me. It's not unusual to send it apologetically on the day itself. She is exactly a fortnight younger than I am. Furthermore, I wrote a report for tonight's meeting yesterday. This is almost without precedent.
I am also about to book a short holiday for next April. I'm not sure what's coming over me. It's with the same society I went to Madrid with, and I was unsure if I'd be able to join them as it might have clashed with our next sale date, but the Sage has said he'll change the date so that I can go. It saves me wistfully asking him if he fancies a holiday next year (which he won't), but is very sweet of him.
Right. I must get on. This feeling of getting things done mustn't be dissipated by spending the afternoon blogging.
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I'm sorry, I thought blogging was the most productive work I do. Don't disillusion me, please.
Ah, yes, the time sink which is blogging.
I lose that battle frequently!
I'm impressed, such efficiency!
You go girl!
Blogging is often the most productive thing I do too, so when I have the rare impulse to get things done, I mustn't get sidetracked.
When you're finished there could you just pop over and make a start on my 'to do' list please....it's fast becoming the 'never gets done' list.
I can't even use blogging as an excuse this week.
Ah, a holiday would be lovely. Bear was poring over the Organ Club trip to Paris brochure. Now if he were to join them it would give me a week's break . . . . . . . .
OK everyone. I think she's gone now.
Not that we'd do anything naughty.
Like filling up her comments box.
With lots of comments.
So that she has a huge inbox.
To come home to.
I mean, I'm sure we all respect z far too much.
And fear has a part to play too.
Of course, I can't do this all on my own - I'm no superman.
I would never do such a thing to Z.
She's far too nice and doesn't deserve it.
Although there has been all that work with the bag making....
...however I did enjoy doing that so I can't use it as an excuse really....
Perhaps you will have to be superman Dave because I don't think I participate.
Also, think of everyone who has subscribed to follow up comments...they'll have to read all these too!
They might be cross.
I'm not cross and I'm a member of the family!
I'm sure z's never mentioned a member of the family called Melanie.
Are you a dog, by any chance?
I wonder...
...what is the greatest number of comments that z has ever had?
No, I've just looked at the list of names on the sidebar, and there's definitely no Melanie. You must be one of the bantams.
Or an imposter, of course, trying to make off with the family silver while z's away.
z! z! Wake up!! Someone's trying to pinch your silver.
Don't worry z... we'll sort that nutta out!
Wot no z? I miss her.
(ps I think Melanie is one of the chickens)
Damn - you've guessed my little secret - I am one of the bantams!
Are you plotting your escape while z's away?
A tunnel, perhaps?
Or a flying machine?
Nearly got away but the Sage can run faster than I can - have to work on my disguise!
Perhaps a pumpkin, in which case you will have to move very, very slowly.
When I came to check if z had posted I was surprised at all the comments looked to see what all the excitement was about.
Now that I have read all of the silly comments I want to say that I wouldn't stoop to such nonsence.
Or is that nonscense.
Maybe noncents?
Oh, that's right, you all are in England, so you wouldn't get the cents pun.
I hope z comes back to us soon because you are all better behaved when she's around. Not much, but better.
knock knock
Who is there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange squash anyone?
Orange you glad I didn't say 'banana'?
Come on z. You must be home by now. Tell us some tales.
She must be home because the Bishop's coming.
Wake up z! The bishop's here!!
Is that some sort of code, Dave?
Welcome, bantams, but please don't leave all those feathers on the keyboard next time. And hello, men in white coats - have you come to take me away again?
As for the rest of you, calm down children, or it'll be tears before bedtime.
Orange you glad z is back:O)
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