Must be read in the style of the tango guy that commented on his every move over the loud haler..
I wake in the morning due to a very small but noisy person insisting I go downstairs with her and let the dog out. I have a shower and then get dressed, this takes longer than usual as said small person is going on about wanting some Milk and watching Cbeebies. I also have to iron a shirt as my wife (who is still in bed I may add) is on an ironing strike in sympathy with the tube workers.
I finish getting dressed which takes even longer than I thought it would as my cufflinks have been relocated to all the corners of the house by the small person and I cannot find two the same, have to go with one cool silver dice and one purple Ronnie comedy one proclaiming ‘Willy hand’..
Tell wife to get out of bed so she can look after small person, curse myself for not putting the recycling out last night (was fettling in the garage instead) and struggle to find helmet which I eventually locate in the dogs basket…nice
Get Retro Racer out of shed and head off down the country lane, curse all the car drivers that come along and force me to ride at the side of the road where I am likely to be decapitated at any moment by a turning Combine..
Arrive at station and lock bike next to a very unloved marin hawk hill, debate taking picture of it with camera phone in order to share it with bunch of bike geeks I converse with on the web, decide against it as that would be too sad, and it’s only a marin.
I Buy my tea from the nice but unattractive girl at the coffee shop, buy paper from fishwife in velour tracksuit and stand at my usual space on the platform next to the bloke with bad skin and smoking woman (who can’t smoke any more as south eastern have banned it, I actually feel sorry for her.).
Train arrives, find seat and sit down to read paper….try to ignore the two cackling witches sat opposite who clearly spoke on the phone last night but want us all to share in their experiences of blue Water and lakeside. Put Ipod on instead and wonder why my Shuffle always seems to locate my wifes ‘Divas’ CD, (it is hers honest). Finish listening to ‘Get Here’ by Oleta Adams and think that I actually quite like that song, must be getting old..
Arrive at Cannon Street with the rest of Kent, fight my way out of the station and walk to the office feeling generally ok but wondering why there are so many people about. Spot man in badly ironed shirt and it all fits in to place…..
Can’t wait til I head home ……
I wake in the morning due to a very small but noisy person insisting I go downstairs with her and let the dog out. I have a shower and then get dressed, this takes longer than usual as said small person is going on about wanting some Milk and watching Cbeebies. I also have to iron a shirt as my wife (who is still in bed I may add) is on an ironing strike in sympathy with the tube workers.
I finish getting dressed which takes even longer than I thought it would as my cufflinks have been relocated to all the corners of the house by the small person and I cannot find two the same, have to go with one cool silver dice and one purple Ronnie comedy one proclaiming ‘Willy hand’..
Tell wife to get out of bed so she can look after small person, curse myself for not putting the recycling out last night (was fettling in the garage instead) and struggle to find helmet which I eventually locate in the dogs basket…nice
Get Retro Racer out of shed and head off down the country lane, curse all the car drivers that come along and force me to ride at the side of the road where I am likely to be decapitated at any moment by a turning Combine..
Arrive at station and lock bike next to a very unloved marin hawk hill, debate taking picture of it with camera phone in order to share it with bunch of bike geeks I converse with on the web, decide against it as that would be too sad, and it’s only a marin.
I Buy my tea from the nice but unattractive girl at the coffee shop, buy paper from fishwife in velour tracksuit and stand at my usual space on the platform next to the bloke with bad skin and smoking woman (who can’t smoke any more as south eastern have banned it, I actually feel sorry for her.).
Train arrives, find seat and sit down to read paper….try to ignore the two cackling witches sat opposite who clearly spoke on the phone last night but want us all to share in their experiences of blue Water and lakeside. Put Ipod on instead and wonder why my Shuffle always seems to locate my wifes ‘Divas’ CD, (it is hers honest). Finish listening to ‘Get Here’ by Oleta Adams and think that I actually quite like that song, must be getting old..
Arrive at Cannon Street with the rest of Kent, fight my way out of the station and walk to the office feeling generally ok but wondering why there are so many people about. Spot man in badly ironed shirt and it all fits in to place…..
Can’t wait til I head home ……
) cutting, sticking and painting (playgroup is most fun when there are no kids in 
