How much? Huh, well it costs less than a medium priced bottle of vino tinto. Oh, it is cheaper than baccie, wackey or otherwise. Also, in its favour it is not lethal, does not give you that morning after the night before and is not harmful to health.
The other thing is that it will still be sitting there on the table or shelf long after the wine, cigarettes and chocolates have gone.
Also the best thing is that the government is not getting a penny out of the transaction so that is worth its weight in gold.
Now what was that you were saying about the recession, oh you cannot afford to buy it. In that case you will not want to know that the shiny new spinal jacket it will soon be wearing will add 50p onto the cost of each one. Yes, I knew you would not be able to afford it and no I am not making a profit out of you. – as if. Here you are then have one on me!
The things you would love to say to your relatives or acquaintances – yes I do have some of both, as yet another freebie goes out. Oh that reminds me, I must phone my cousin and ask him whether he wants a copy and if so would he do a review for me on the internet. There are a few in the offing and I must also look at Blackwell’s to see if any have materialised.
Anyway, I have been fortunate enough to have found the answer to my tailoring troubles on the book jacket. My marketing manager is a whiz and not only does she do marketing, painting, crafts, work full time, she writes too which is more than can be said for a lot of people. She writes prolific emails, has a sense of humour, and as luck would have it she also does computer graphics so serendipity has struck again and I am so thankful yet again for my good fortune.
Oh, he who has the compeetoes was not amused when I showed him the quote but I figured out that you have to speculate to accumulate and it was not that much to add per copy so I promised to wash more dishes when we went out for meals and he has accepted it. Ah, you see, I said I was not going to be beaten and touch wood, I have not been.
I have to admit defeat on the hoovering though, I was forced to do that due to all the bits of onion skin that had been walked from the conservatory, through the kitchen and into the hall and bedroom. The sun has not shone, no tell a lie it was shining at 5.30 am and I put the duvet cover on the line. However at 9am I was doing a line dance not to mention a war one because the skies opened and now we are Fung Po’s Laundry and Cleaning Service with things hanging in the conservatory. I hate that because when I go out there it all brushes the top of my head and that is one place that I do not like being touched upon. It is self-preservation due to the humungous scar across the top from surgery.
There is an asdic ping going off next to me and I will be forced to remove Tidley Tosh and myself from the study due to its daftening frequency, it is driving me round the bend. Oh, yes, it is something recently purchased by he who seems to have a lot of compeetoes. I am not sure what mind but it is something to do with his screen and he has forgotten to switch it off so I will be a blathering idiot if I sit here any longer. I think blather might have struck because that probably should be blether and I am going hell for blether now out of here!
