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Date: 13 February 2007 22:05:21
My former desk-buddy, J, in the canteen yesterday: 'I'm not eating this soup. It tastes of giraffes.'
Well, for another week I declare the weekend almost here. I plan to be at w*rk early tomorrow so I can escape at 3.30 in the manner of Homer Simpson when the factory klaxon goes, although maybe minus the uranium rod. I'm cooking tomorrow night, hopefully in celebration, but failing that commiseration will do, as Spike has his ADI Part 2 test tomorrow afternoon (that's the one that if he passes it he gets to start working as a trainee driving instructor again).
Then we're orf on Thursday to a country hotel in darkest Kent, where Spike's No3 sis and her partner are hosting a two-day family house party (oh, and they're getting married somewhere in the middle of it too!)
Tonight, I'm planning an early night and, thoughts provoked by Chelley, considering my Lenten observance at a point earlier than halfway through the Ash Wednesday sermon. Hmmm, chocolate or internet? Internet or chocolate?