It was suggested last night that Conrad go to work today in shorts, shirt and pith helmet, since - whilst looking undignified and foolish matters not to Conrad - it would keep him cool.
What does he espy looking out the window this morning?
| Why do I pay the weatherman? O that's right I don't |
Of Cake
Not only am I taking my Chocolate and Orange Cake into work, I shall also be taking it's poor relative, Darling Daughter's - er - cake. It looks a bit poorly. Sadly no time for a photograph, but I shall have to explain why the normally immaculately-presented Cake of Conrad looks as it the chef were a bit drunk, blindfolded and only used one hand because they had a cig in the other.
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| This is a bit of an exagerration. But only a bit |
Obviously I lied about not blogging. Consider this a place-holder.
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| Noddy Holder. Close enough |
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