I’m writing this in what can only be described as a foul mood.
Christmas now seems but a distant memory and, although I’m sure I enjoyed it at the time, the net result of the recent festive period is that I’m now poor and fat.
The return to the daily grind has left me so ridiculously tired that it’s frankly astonishing to me that I actually do work for more of the year than I don’t. How have I been coping all this time? I deserve some kind of an award for bravery.
I don’t think I’m overstating it when I say that getting out of bed every morning last week was nothing short of traumatic. And yet somehow I managed to force myself up and out into the morning traffic.
I’m nothing short of heroic. Continue reading James Complains About January
As of tomorrow morning the Christmas holidays are officially over.
In fact the tree and decorations are coming down today.
I know that Twelfth Night is not for another few days so it might be a bit premature for me to be halting the festivities but frankly it is time.
It is time because Mrs Proclaims and I have eaten all the nice food.
It is time because I’ve drunk all the wine.
It is also time because I have to go back to work tomorrow.
Nothing quite kills the festive mood like having to go to work. Continue reading We Have No Time To Sit And Stare
Although the week has taken its toll
I have chilled beer and snacks in a bowl
It is time to unwind
But I can’t seem to find
The television remote control
I’m rarely up early on a Saturday morning. It is usually the day I allow myself a few extra hours in bed after the ravages of the working week.
But with yesterday being Good Friday and consequently a bank holiday, I found myself well-rested this morning and thus I was up with the lark.
Actually I can’t substantiate that claim. I’ve no idea what time the lark gets up. I don’t know the lark personally.
Continue reading James Complains About Paw Patrol
Brightest beacon of
I watch to avoid
As I’ve stated previously, I enjoy a coffee on my way into to work of a morning. I’ve also shared the fact that I enjoy breakfast. Sometimes I combine these two pleasures and purchase both at the same outlet. I’m quite astute like that.
One of these outlets has a proprietor who reminds me quite a lot of Gus Fring off of the hit TV show Breaking Bad. Rather cleverly I’ve entitled this post ‘Baking Bad’ to reflect that. Although, to be completely honest, I’m not sure if the bread that is used to make my sausage baguette is baked on site. If I was to hazard a guess, I’d say it arrives on the premises par-baked and is finished off in the cafe’s own kitchen. But I couldn’t be certain. It’s probably not the most interesting facet of this story… Continue reading Baking Bad