If you're a new or sporadic reader, you might want to look here first. But following that post, I received this notification from Facebook yesterday.
Simon ***** also commented on his post:
"By the way Jenny, I have a TERRIBLE admission to make: I murdered a tea bag yesterday.
Not just any tea bag, but a PG Tips tea bag. I was taking it out of the caddy and managed to put my finger through it somehow. I don't know how, but it just lay there with tea leaves pouring out of it's stomach. It felt just awful.
I considered trying to glue it together again hoping that no one would notice .. but that wouldn't have worked. I even considered burying it under the patio like that scene in Brookside .. but we dont have a patio. I even considered drying out one of the old tea bags from the slops pot and having it masquerade as a new one. But no, I realised that none of this would work and I'd just have to own up to my deed.
My head is hung and I feel a cad. Such shame and self-loathing. Can you ever forgive me?"
Well, what do you think, readers? Should he be forgiven?
Showing posts with label favourites. Show all posts
Showing posts with label favourites. Show all posts
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Voices
I know it’s wrong to have favourites.
It’s not right and proper because of how it makes the non-preferred feel but also there’s that nagging voice inside my head, the teensy weensy taunt that makes me feel guilty for 'favouriting' someone. I don’t like it.
So, for today only, I make no apologies for having a favourite ‘follower.’
My most recent follower is Simon.
Simon and I thought we met via Husband at the tailors in Bangkok where he and another colleague from London were having suits made during a week’s business trip. But after a couple of hours, several large gin and tonics (mine) and beers (Simon’s) I asked him a totally random question about his past. It was that voice again - it had been talking to my subconscious …It knew something I didn’t. Eventually my conscious caught up and it was true and I remembered him: some fifteen years earlier I had been working where Simon had been a student…
Anyway, that's not why Simon is today's favourite follower. He had a visitor in London last week, a colleague of Husband’s from Thailand. The colleague returned to the Bangkok office yesterday and sent an email to Husband, who forwarded it to me, which said: 'Simon passed me 2 packs of Tea from London for you. I have placed them on your desk.'
YAY. Thank you, Simon.
Tomorrow I shall like all my followers equally.
It’s not right and proper because of how it makes the non-preferred feel but also there’s that nagging voice inside my head, the teensy weensy taunt that makes me feel guilty for 'favouriting' someone. I don’t like it.
So, for today only, I make no apologies for having a favourite ‘follower.’
My most recent follower is Simon.
Simon and I thought we met via Husband at the tailors in Bangkok where he and another colleague from London were having suits made during a week’s business trip. But after a couple of hours, several large gin and tonics (mine) and beers (Simon’s) I asked him a totally random question about his past. It was that voice again - it had been talking to my subconscious …It knew something I didn’t. Eventually my conscious caught up and it was true and I remembered him: some fifteen years earlier I had been working where Simon had been a student…
Anyway, that's not why Simon is today's favourite follower. He had a visitor in London last week, a colleague of Husband’s from Thailand. The colleague returned to the Bangkok office yesterday and sent an email to Husband, who forwarded it to me, which said: 'Simon passed me 2 packs of Tea from London for you. I have placed them on your desk.'
YAY. Thank you, Simon.
Tomorrow I shall like all my followers equally.
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