A couple of weeks ago Paul, a work acquaintance of Miss D and I, got married.  While they married in a small ceremony in Spain, they had a reception back here for around 200 people at a posh hotel.  I was invited, as was Mr P, Miss D and Mr T.

We were told about it quite a long time ago, and Miss D had spoken to Mr T about him going.  He’d not been very keen on the idea and had initially tried to convince Miss D that she shouldn’t go, simply because he didn’t want to.  Thankfully she stood her ground and said she was going, and that it was up to him if he wanted to.  He agreed to come along after he’d finished work and made his way back from Birmingham.  She offered for him to give both me and Mr P a lift back after the reception. Read more…

It’s been a while since I wrote in here, and I think it’s time I updated.  I’ve been trying to work out if it’s because I’ve been too busy to write, or done so little I can’t think of anything to write.  I think it’s a bit of both. Read more…

It’s funny how people can make you feel so cut out. I’m sure they didn’t mean it, but by standing just outside my room and more or less whispering to each other, it feels like they were more or less just trying to exclude me from the conversation. Funnily enough, when Mr T left they started talking at a normal volume — admittedly Polish, but that’s just natural given they are both Polish. Am I thinking this because I don’t like him? Am I just over reacting?

Phew, it’s been longer than it should have been.  I was going to tell you about the drinks with Miss D, Mr T and co. a couple of weekends ago and I also need to catch up with last week and end.  So here goes.  I’ll try to be brief! Read more…

Following Microsoft’s announcement to cut 5,000 jobs a certain someone has flown into (yet another) panic.  Actually, it was just another thing which has made him get on the phone rather than engaging his own brain.

I finally said this to Miss D the other day.  I got a lift back home with a friend early last week and as I was coming back into the house I saw Miss D standing looking concerned on the phone.  I commented to my friend that she was probably on the phone to Mr T.  She was, and I couldn’t help but overhear a bit of the conversation.

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