i was popular today mate..After 3pm I was the only manager left in the Uni as everyone else was pissing off to the pub as it Christmas break up day for everyone else but the out of hours Facilities team, so all the lads who were left to lock the buildings and wanting a flyer were keeping on my good side..
It's a funny time of year isn't it? My son Graham, who you know, is a senior manager at the Royal Mail so he's absolutely flat out and not available for endless chats. Down here, we've had the 'works do' and the gardener & cleaner have both gone off for a fortnight. There's just me & our lass plus the head gardener here and no guests, apart from our own, will be here for Christmas. The property is vast so we have no neighbours or roads close to us. I've told the head gardener to just come whenever he feels like it as he has 3 young kids. My niece, who's in the security services at the MOD, is over from Belfast but isn't allowed to say when she arrives or how long she'll stay. It's like being permanently locked in the Twilight Zone
He puts a whole new meaning into the word 'flounce' ......... carries all the threat of a toothless hamster with it's claws pulled out.
We had carol singers here tonight, from the local girls school, but I couldn't get the front door open to let them in to sing for us. I got wrong off our lass for offering to take them up the back passage
