We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in the UK but I have had lots of nice news lately so I saved it up for today.
Tory Boy was headhunted
He received a phone call out of the blue from the office of the MP he helped get elected in Lancaster in 2010, offering him a job.
Although he loves working in production, he’s fed up where he’s living because he works peculiar hours and hasn’t had a chance to make friends; and he’s still in lodgings at 23. As he intends to have a political career at some point, it seems like a good move; particularly as he has lots of friends in Lancaster and knows the area well.
Of course, the job is only guaranteed for eighteen months, because there’s an election coming up. If ever there was an incentive to get someone re-elected, it’s having him as your boss. He was smart to hire TB.
He will be home for a week before starting his new job in mid-December. That’s the bit I really like.
Spud had his first offer
Of a place at University, from Birmingham. He is delighted, although Sheffield is his first choice.
Birmingham is a good university. The only negative is that he’s afraid he might start speaking with the local accent. The thought horrifies him.
I found a lump
Which turned out to be another lymph node.
It is ALWAYS better to get these things checked. You will avoid unnecessary anguish and sleepless nights.
Happy birthday, Brother-who-never-reads-my-blog; and congratulations on surviving childhood with me for a sister.
You readers all know me as a good girl; but when we were kids our parents owned a little grocery shop. Bwnrmb and I slept in one attic and boxes of crisps slept in the other. Having two years’ seniority, I used to send him to forage for our midnight feasts…and I never got caught…
I don’t mind saying ‘sorry’ now, because he won’t read my apology (he ranks somewhere in the region of the Hub in my list of people I can offend without a thought).
Sorry for all the spankings you took on my behalf.
The fiftieth anniversary episode: The Day of the Doctor.
Need I say more?
In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights
My complimentary copy arrived. I read it. Powerful, moving, evocative and provocative.
I feel honoured to be included.
I learned two new words
I love them:
snollygoster Noun: Slang. a clever, unscrupulous person
borborygmus Noun: a rumbling or gurgling sound caused by the movement of gas in the intestines
Perfect descriptions of the uninvited guest on Thanksgiving, don’t you think?
Writing Our Faith
Another book I’m in…and the editor used my piku on the back cover. Shriek!
Because he’s a great husband.
But you know the drill…don’t tell him I said so.