That went quite well. They seemed quite enthusiastic about the cleaning rota. I might even laminate it now. Should be writing it up, but everybody's gone out to buy cigarettes, or work an illegal 8 hour shift, so what's the hurry?
Got another reply from Grace Dent.
Hey Emma- have just laughed out loudly at your description of Glyn. I love the bit about him standing silently in the pub, until he's had enough WKD then he slurs, 'I like your bra-straps!'
I think you may be underestimating his pulling techniques thos- he does a give a damn fine 'Sensual Massage' where he climbs aboard you in a pair of bry-nylon shorts with a semi-hard on and pokes you for a bit while wittering about Swansea. Mmmmmm...yes please.
thanks again for the laughs- Gxxx
Do you think she loves me? Or could ever love me? I know that I love her. Because amongst other spleen curdlingly sarcastic blog entries, she wrote this:
"Yer all right der, lad!" coos Mikey to Glyn kindly, finally giving the nation something to form an opinion about the scouser on. Last Friday when Davina yelled, "And to vote Mikey…!" an eerie silence followed his name. No boos, no cheers, just the sound of a distant crisp bag blowing through Borehamwood town centre."
Right, I'm off to compose my reply, and put it to her that leaving her husband, moving to Chichester and entertaining me all day is an attractive prospect