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Wednesday, 20 May 2015

In which One is on a twenty four hour shift…

dirty

That’s me that is, Dear Reader, see above…

One has grown a tad grubby since the water tank/indoor pool/no hot water incident…

Hope of a nice bath is on the horizon however…

Much tittering and ‘Oooh she’s not going to like it!’ remarks have been overheard at the pit-face, as One is on a ‘sleep-over’ tonight.

One’s Louis Vuitton is packed and ready in the hall…

Carol Baker Baby Doll jim jams – check

Marabou kitten heel slippers – check

Mrs Robinson negligee – check

thirty seven moisturisers for different body parts – check

knitting – check

ear plugs – check

Catering pack of Berocca – check

stun gun – check

One cheeky blighter said, with a fiendish grin on his moosh: ‘You’ll be in the house for a full twenty four hour shift.’

Quite why every man and his dog think that One is a delicate critter and shall be floored by a day/night/day shift is beyond One.

One may look like a scraggy old housewife with One’s face on inside out, but One is in fact a Herculean Harpie with the strength of three of those young snipper-whappers – SO THERE!

And anyway, there’s ACTUAL HOT WATER AND A REAL BED

I may move in! 

 

 

 

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