Monday

2 weeks people, 2 weeks. That’s really not that long! I’ll tell you whats happening if you want, but its not going to be that interesting.

Look, everything is great. The house is fantastic, flatmates are excellent, although it wouldn’t have been hard to top the last flatmates. As yet, neither of the girls have had their father over to give them a ‘special massage’. Jo is a budding opera singer. She has a terrific voice which is really loud. Helen is a hyperactive pharmacist who insists on spending Sunday nights watching period dramas. I’ve watched a couple of episodes of Jane Eyre. Its like a Mills and Boon novel set in Ye Olde England. Honestly, I think that shows like that set back the cause of feminism by a couple of centuries. The women are all submissive gold diggers who bow and scrape before their masters, who are rich and cocky. I did suggest to the girls that we should model our house along the Jane Eyre lines. Jo and Helen would then have to refer to me as ‘sir’. When speaking about me to each other I would become ‘The master’. They would cook and clean for me and generally compete with each other for my affections. Thankfully they took the suggestion into consideration, even if it was a brief consideration. Just went back to making them tea after that.

So yeah.

Very few stories to tell I’m afraid, very few interesting stories anyway. No photos to show you, work computers are ancient and have all had their sound cards and ISB ports deactivated. Work is as uninspiring as always, have nothing to do at the moment, but am obliged to be here so that they’ll pay me.

Hope you are all well.