I do a lot of posts on Sunday and now seem to have run out of new post titles to use, so went to Google, found an anagram generator and I used my favourite.

It’s an anagram of “Neil’s Sunday Blog Post”, just in case you had rummaged for a piece of paper and were now banging a pencil on your teeth in that way that Sudoku folk did for about 6 days a month ago.

Sudoko came and went pretty quick actually didn’t it?

Lots of things seem to enter the public conciousness and then vanish again quite quickly.

Des Lynam on Countdown, Chantelle, Gem, K T Tunstall…the list goes on.

So why am I here? God knows.

I like to blog on a Sunday but it’s Sunday all of a sudden today. Sophie slept over and there has been Cd-burning, muffin making, pizza eating and not much else. I cut the grass again yesterday and now there is none left to cut. The fence painting will have to be finished next week which I am not looking forward to. I have to move the big garden tool box to get in the corner and that means emptying it first. Then it will be onto the trellis which is fiddly as hell and finally the last 7 panels. 7 tall panels. Backache is sure to follow.

But never mind, its Bank Holiday next Monday so at least I can stay in bed.

Come to think of it, I am off tomorrow too. In a story that does me no credit at all, I managed to get Monday off at very short notice. There I was preparing for another day of management fun on Friday when I spied that Monday had 1 day of availability all of a sudden (each day has a certain number of spaces where I work). Someone had obviously cancelled. Well, the form was in and signed within 2 minutes. Oh happy day. There can be few better ways to start a Friday. Then one of my happy band asks if I can investigate the possibility of getting him Monday off. It’s really important but he will understand if it can’t be done as he knows there is no availability.

So I printed off a list of all those with Monday off and saw all of them individually to ask if they would give it for a good cause. All the time I wandered around to be told “no” by one person after another and my eye always drifted back to the point on the list that mentioned my good self. It almost seemed to be twice as large as the other names. It mocked me and a sad voice kept imploring me to do the decent thing.

But I didn’t listen. So there.

So Folkestone had an earthquake. I really wish I could come up with something witty to say about it.

L8r

Categories: Family, Gardening
Tags: backache, bank holiday, CD-Burning, Chantelle, Countdown, Des Lynam, Folkestone, holiday, K T Tunstall, Monday, muffin, pizza, Sophie, Suduko, Sunday, trellis