Goes with overladen postman, which is what my postie reckons he is. Hedelivered6packets of tribunal papers ,the lightest weighed 2lbs the heaviest 1 stone! Having read the ones for tomorrow I now need a pint of decent vodka!
Who was that glamorous lady that woke me up and disturbed my whoopsie cushion dream? I never could resist a woman in a pinny. Do you realise you're in the company of the Founder Member of the Nora Batty Fan Club? Ah well off to look at more over priced and under maintained desirable residences.
Ethel is laid up with her back and asked me to pop in and give the place the once over. She lent me this cross over pinny in case you think it's mine. Anyway, I just want to state, once and for all, that I've never seen nothing like it. A bloke slumped outside the door muttering about whoopie cushions, a trail of slime leading from door to bar, nuts and plastic champagne corks all over the place. Jukebox still playing and if I could have woken the woman snoring under the drip trays phoenix? she'd a got a piece of my mind if I had any to spare. So I'm off - Ethel says the mop is in the gents and a dip in the urinal is usually enough to swab the floor - so do it yourself. Flounce, arms crossed, flounce, pursed lips, flounce.
Just realised that is gone midnight, every one sane is probably in bed, so I'll wipe down the bar, turn the glass washer on, and put the chairs up on the tables ready for Ethel to hoover round in the morning.