Another reason why I need a job is because I need to be able to steal pens from the office. I get through biros at a terrible rate - they either disappear or mysteriously break in half when I experiment with them to see how far they'll bend before they break. I bought a couple recently, and now I can't find the things. This is all the more annoying, because there are only two places I ever put pens - on my desk where I memorise things, or on the kitchen counter where I leave whatever I empty out of my pockets. Or occasionally here on the settee if I have occasion to write anything when I'm watching telly or talking on the phone. And yet the things disappear. Perhaps they're running away before I accidentally break them in half.
And no, the book isn't finished. But it is very, very nearly finished and I've done a lot of work on it today and it'll be finished very, very soon! Now I must go, the football's on telly.
2 comments:
Douglas Adams wrote about pens mysteriously disappearing in his Hitchhikers Guide series. He reckoned they all flew away to their own little planet somewhere! I think he might have been onto something! Or is that just on something?
They must be having illicit relations with odd socks.
And tsk, tsk, ZZ - you shouldn't be watching the football if the book's not finished!
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