If it’s not one thing, then it’s invariably something else and if it’s not that. Inevitably it shall be another thing.
I am of course, though that may be not totally clear, speaking about something that has recently happened. Something that is an all too common theme, in my efforts, to find sustainable employment and has actually done me a bit of a favour. I do not mind hard work and you can throw any amount of it at me and I shall get it done. Try me on this one, but please appreciate I am a little Mutton Jeff because of that. The employer liked me, said I worked like a Demon (my words) and could not fault me except for… In all honesty, face masks, plastic apron’s and gloves made me sweat like a racehorse and being unpleasantly damp the whole shift, was not a great feeling. In letting me go, they kind of did me a favour. I am now free to go back to studying, writing and looking after J who is still feeling Jack and Jill. The office still like me and shall let me know, soon as they find a suitable position for me to fill.
Our youngest, Foxton, has been spending inordinate amounts of time away from home visiting with other people and neglecting his own family. because of this and other undesirable mannerisms he has picked up, he is now grounded for the foreseeable future until he corrects these faults and remembers the way he was raised. J and I have expressed our displeasure in no uncertain way, with his Aunty and Nuncle also agreeing to provide a guiding paw in matters of domestic decorum. I only hope, that whoever he has been going to visit, soon realises the roof is not leaking, nor did they spill their cup of tea. (Again)
J and I will soon be celebrating our second Thanksgiving together, by eating loads, drinking like Fish and having a jolly good time. Up until yesterday, we were both a little concerned about our plans for this holiday, what with work and stuff. It would appear having a loud voice has it’s advantages; Being able to make yourself heard in noisy places and enjoying quality time with your loved ones being just two of them. In case you were wondering Foxton is a postman pat and I am done with Captain Kirking, at least for today, unless it involves stuff around the Rat and Mouse and J still feels Moby Dick. If you don’t have a Scooby doo what I am speaking about, then I suggest you take a butchers hook here.