And this is it.
Okay, you ought to know by now that Conrad works in the HR department for A Major National Retailer, and he normally sits and snoozes in the corner of the 18th Floor of the Dark Tower.
Since Covid-19 entered the scene, I've been working from home, which is great, as it saves £65 a month on bus passes and at least two and a half hours travel time each day. As I like to put it, I can finish work at 18:00 and be at home by 18:00:01. Art?
None of this! |
Normally - how strange that word sounds now - if it expired during WFH you could simply call the office and one of the managers would re-enable it. Not possible now. Nor does the "Reset Password" function work when WFH.
So! After getting up at a disgustingly late hour, Conrad had a shower, was ambushed by Wonder Wifey and had his hair trimmed, then set off to the nearest branch of My Still Coyly Anonymous employer, laptop in bag.
The idea is that, thanks to the wifi in-store, one can log onto one's laptop and reset the password. It's a viable process, Frances did it a couple of weeks ago, so we know it works.
Problem The First: Getting in. Art?
Evidentiary photograph |
The really important thing was the DARJEELING TEA, though. Art?
Conrad: in a good mood. Or constipated. It's hard to tell the difference. |
By the time I got back home it was already half past two, and I needed to wrap myself around lunch, and brew a pot of tea, so I decided to forego the mid-afternoon blog and limit myself to just one, which you are now reading.
Motley! Here, try this, it's delicious. What? What do you - don't spit it into the bin! <sighs> stem ginger.
Whilst Kind Of Moving Onto The Topic Of Hades Again
Okay, I am officially a very sad person. Whilst in the supermarket
And what do I find? TWO bottles I can make a laboured pun about. Art!
"Damm it to Hells!" |
Meanwhile, Back At The Burning Mountain ...
Further to that theme of Hades, let us have a look at Mount Wingen in New South Wales, Australia. Art?
Note lack of careless campers |
Nope, not fog |
More Ferrous Females
Ha! I mean Iron Maiden and that timeless classic "Bring Your Daughter To The Slaughter". Actually I've never heard it and have no inclination to amend this omission as IM were never a band I liked, then or now. Let the lyrical analysis begin!
Honey it's getting close to midnight
Well you ought to be in bed, then, it's a school night.
And all the myths are still in town
Is this a typo? Should it read "Miss"? Plus how mobile can a myth be?
True love and lipstick on your linen
Yet another item for the laundry. You must think money grows on trees!
Bite the pillow, make no sound
You should invest in some proper soundproofing.
If there's some living to be done
With proper soundproofing you can live it as large as you like and the neighbours won't complain.
Before your life becomes your tomb
Is it a soundproofed tomb room?
You'd better know I'm the one
Sorry, Annette Peacock bagged that album title already
Unchain your back door, invite me around
Conrad is unsure but this sounds rather seedy and sketchy. Couldn't you just lend them a key?
I say, a Mark IX Spitfire! |
Finally -
O go on, Art. Put up a picture of Mara Corday. Go on!Mara, looking a little uncertain |
Why yes only from the neck upwards, and not in a bikini, either, you disgustingly dirty-minded wretches. Just for that I've a good mind to st
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