5 March 2017
After two weeks of running the domestics while my husband goes out bread winning, I have escaped. The fact that I have only managed to escape as far as a train to Walsall is neither here nor there. The fact that when I get to Walsall, all I have to look forward to is invigilating for the EQEs, is also not important. What is important is that for four whole days, I am not responsible for putting meals on the table or for the table being clean enough to put them on. I am a Free Spirit. I have left instructions on How to Cope Without Me, but surprisingly enough, nobody seemed that interested. They will cope perfectly well without me, just like they coped when I spent a year being the CIPA Pee. They will hardly notice I’m gone, in fact. But far from being offended by this, I regard it as a successful outcome. It is Strategic Dispensibility. It means that I can come and go as I please – yes, even to Walsall – and nobody will mind. On arrival at my hotel, I repair to the bar to find the Onssek, the EyeEyeEyePeePee and Mr Davies, who are also here for the invigilating, so you can tell how popular it is. Mr Davies was hoping to leave the bar before I arrived, on account of whenever he and I are in a bar together a lot of whisky gets drunk, and often we get drunk too. But he left it too late and now look, here we all are drinking Talisker®. *Sigh.*
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