Anyhow, the contraction of T.B. will remain unconfirmed until the next visit to my GP, likely date sometime in 2013, when I’ve amassed a number of complaints, none of which, on their own, would justify troubling him with, but put together, I feel, generate a composite condition worthy of investigation. I usually consider three complaints to be the minimum number for a GP visit, but suspect that T.B. might be worth at least two minor complaints, possibly more.
Passed NJ’s flat the other day on my icy walk/slide home from work. Her immediate neighbour appears to be outdoing her on the ostentatious Christmas decorations front, and I pointed this out. Perhaps she could stand in the window with Christmas tree lights wrapped around her and perform the Sprinkler of an evening. I think it would brighten up the journeys of many a passerby.
Last night I met up with a number of Holy Cross teammates for a drink in the St Vincent. Our most recently-acquired resident Aussie, Pat, had been drinking since 3pm, possibly in an attempt to numb the pain of being 1-0 down to the Poms in the Ashes.
I’m not sure it helped. He repeatedly stated that on paper, the Aussie team is better than England’s. Cue raised eyebrows all round, and several discussions on mental strength vs talent, and how much easier it is to be mentally strong when playing in an outrageously talented team. Highlight of the evening may well have been an arm-wrestling bout between Smudger and Shifty (see above), the prize being the captaincy of the first XI in 2012. Not entirely sure whether the winner or loser got the prize…Bus journeys appear to provide good blogging time, must take them more often. Disease contraction-permitting, of course. I think I feel a cough coming on…
Hmmm……sleep deprivation….dangerous driving……falling asleep in front of customers… morale shattering selectionning…..loser winning captaincy…. comfort drinking…..
Surely, if ever a case could be rested…!
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This is soooo last year……hint hint 🙂