I just don't know what's been wrong with me of late.
To quote David Brent; '' i've come over a little queer. ''
As you are aware, i'm usually such a positive, life-affirming chap who breezes through life casting goodwill to all who cross my path. But not at the mo. I can't put my finger on what's wrong. Maybe it's this credit crunch thing, social decay or the male menopause [about 20 years too late]. I've been thinking of trying that 'kitty kitty' stuff that everyone's going on about but seeming as i already rattle when i walk, i think i'll pass. Besides, i do like to think of my body as a temple of worship, especially for the ladies down at the local day centre.
One thing that did cheer me up happened whilst toiling down t'allotment the other day. I overheard a story on the local radio about misbehaving children. Someone rang in to say that a few years ago they were grounded because they'd put the gunpowder from some fireworks in an ashtray, resulting in their dad setting his arm on fire when stubbing out a ciggie !!
Well, it made me chuckle...
Anyway ... to try and cheer myself up i decided to give the homestead a good old clean from top to bottom. It's strange how housework can be almost therapeutic at times. I've now done the lot. The drawing-room, kitchen and even the bathroom. I've dusted, hoovered, done the ironing and made a Sunday dinner with Yorkshire puds to boot. Whoever said [probably a nagging woman] all us chaps are filthy beggars that can't do anything around the house are sadly mistaken.
Why, i even thought about washing the bed sheets, but seeming they were only changed at Christmas i figure they've still got a few more months left in them.
