Shopping, pizza and bad wine

So work have given out these vouchers to buy cut price shirts and ties at TM Lewin(?) which is supposedly quite a swanky shirt and tie chain. Naturally I leap at the chance to save a few quid and end up spending far more than I would normally ever consider spending on clothes (2 shirts and 3 ties) ... mind you, they are rather nice. Then, having got home I popped out to the accursed PC World to buy a hard drive for the Fox's spare PC and ended up getting a graphics card for it too. All in all, not a cheap evening ... on the bright side I got paid today for the first time in months so I guess I've gone a bit silly with the whole solvency thing. So silly, in fact, that I had to lie down in a darkened room for an hour or so to chill out.

Then to HA* to see the Fox, eat pizza, watch a monumentally dodgy pirate copy of 'Finding Nemo' as a result of which I am definitely going to get a copy on DVD when it comes out, well worth a watch (unlike bloody Terminator 3 which was a complete waste of 2 hours of my life that I could have spent watching grass grow or having a tooth pulled). To accompany said pizza and movie was a singularly unpleasant chardonnay (which for some reason known only to the gods I am still drinking) the first glass of which must have done so much damage to my taste buds that subsequent glasses have been almost drinkable. Or maybe I'm getting pissed.

Anyway, throughout this missive the Fox has been demanding attention (as only he can) so I think I'd best pacify him, lest he pesters me further.

Salut maintenant gentle reader.

*Hove Actually

Sometimes synchronicity scares me

So here I am, lounging on the sofa at the Fox's house feeling rather jaded with Saturday morning TV when who do I see walking past the house but Jo and Nigel. So I head to the front door and give them a shout and there is much gasping and giggling about the weirdness of running into each other here. As the conversation progresses it turns out that Jo has finally found a buyer for her flat and they are looking at properties around here! Weirder still they were looking at a house just across the road from the Fox's! I have given them strict instructions to move in next week.

I'm not sure I believe in omens but if I were to believe in them, this would be a good one.

AAADD

The other week, while browsing through the Times magazine, I came across an article that stunned me ... a terrible, crippling ailment that creeps up on some people with the advancing years. I fear, gentle reader, that the Fox has succumbed to this terrible condition. Read on ...

"I went to the doctor yesterday and have been diagnosed with Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it manifests itself:
I need to was my car. As I start towards the garage, I notice there's mail on the hall table. I decid to go through it before washing the car. I put my keys down on the table, put the junkmail in the bin and notice the bin is full. So I decide to put the bills back on the table to take out the bin. But then I think, since I'm near the postbox when I take out the bin, I might as well pay the bills first. I take my cheque book off the table, and see that there is only one cheque left, so I go to my desk in my study where I find a bottle of Coke I had been drinking. I'm about to look for my cheques, when I notice the Coke is warm, so I decide to put it in the fridge. I head towards the kitchen when a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye - they need water. As I put the Coke down on the counter, I notice my glasses, which I've been looking for all morning. I decide I had better take them back to my desk, but first I must water the flowers. I fill a jug with water when I spot the TV remote control on the kitchen table. Tonight, when we go to watch TV we'll be looking for it, so I decide to take it back to the TV room, but first I must water the flowers. I splash some water on them, but some spills on the floor. So I put the remote down, to wipe up the spill. Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. Now, it's the end of the day; the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there's a warm bottle of Coke on the counter, the flowers aren't watered, there's only one cheque in my cheque book, I can't find the remote or my glasses, and I don't know what I did with the car keys. I try to work out why nothing got done today, and I'm baffled because I've been busy and now I'm really tired. I realise this is a problem, and I'll try to get some help, but first I'll check my emails."
duncan@jellyassociates.co.uk

Now if you think this is a little far-fetched, I challenge you to spend more than 5 minutes with the Fox without gaping in disbelief at the minute attention span. Still and all, he wouldn't be himself without his little eccentricities, so I think I'll count my blessings ... and carry on trying to nail his feet to the floor every now and then.