I wouldn't say that Polly is annoying lodger but she is; at 6am this morning I heard her practising her vocal scales in the bathroom, which isn't the ideal way of starting my weekend I must admit. I banged on the wall until she stopped; I don't mind her singing as I practice myself around the house but it's the unearthly hour I have an issue with. Anyway the upshot of all that was that Seb woke up and demanded his breakfast - gah!
I don't think I've told you but I was sitting in the Civil Service Club the other day enjoying my copy of Grazia and a glass of white wine when an old colleague of mine called Nick Brazier walked in with a small group of besuited gentlemen. He noticed me in the corner and we soon started chatting, Nick having excused himself to the wider group by then. It transpired that Nick separated from his wife a year ago because she got romantically involved with a clown from a travelling circus and decided to chuck in her job and follow him around. I told him about my situation and he sympathised stating that he'd never really liked Roger because he'd insulted him during a 'bring your husband to work day'. Anyway, the upshot of it all is that we've arranged to meet up for a date on Tuesday, we're going to explore Brunel's Thames Tunnel and go for a meal afterwards - how fab!
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