Wednesday, 24 June 2009

She sleeps while I type, I don't remember agreeing to this arrangement

She said that she was pleased that I was home but then she put on a Rolling Stones record and fell asleep on the bed with a paw across her face. I guess she didn't feel like talking.


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I thought she was supposed to be your secretary?

Dale Slamma said...

She is. I keep firing her but she turns up for work every day like she owns the place. Worst secretary ever and that includes the one who only ever ate plain white rice for lunch.

Lorna Lilo said...

Enjoyed reading your blog. Takes me back to my days in St Kilda in the 80's with the Olympic Sideburns and the Corpse Grinders. Now I drink Bordeaux instead of VB and listen to Radio National instead of the Gun Club. I'm fearing the nursing homes of the future with the patients gathering around the record player to listen to their favourite Birdman song. Go Steve.

Dale Slamma said...

Your kind of nursing home sounds ok. I am fearing the kind where everyone gathers around the ipod to listen to The Prodigy.