Well ,the builders have dug through the oil pipe by mistake so I have no heating, cooking facilities or hot water. My real self is shivering, starving and getting slightly whiffy.
Meanwhile my blogging persona (see here and here) is lying on a balmy beach on a hammock reading whilst uniformed waiters bring me elaborate drinks served in a coconut.
Here is the view:
7 comments:
You definitely meet a better class of person in blogworld.
The first time I read that I thought you'd said 'uninformed waiters'. That would be less good.
aargh, bloody builders. I've been there, courtesy of British Gas. Could your real selves check into a hotel? Or maybe join your blogging self on the beach?
Please clarify. Is that a picture of blog world, or your backyard?
Order a Singapore Sling for me, I'm coming to join you.
That view is most definately not my backyard where it is sleeting, down on piles of mud at the moment.
I will need to consult patroclus about how I get my real self in touch with this me or something.
billy: uninformed waiters are thick on the ground. I think they may be advising the builders.
Cold is good. Horrible sleety nasty freezing is exceptionally good. It means that all these doom-mongers telling us to turn our TVs off at the wall or else we destroy the planet are WRONG, and that, just because an environmental study, which says that everything is OK, is funded by an oil company, doesn't mean that it isn't correct.
Also, there's a woman in the village, four (usually screaming or otherwise malfunctioning) kids, whines a lot, complains constantly, whose husband, whose job takes him away four days of the week, told her that his recent job interview necessitated spending a week in Barbados. Aah, the world of work. Maybe I should tell Wyndham this story.
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