I can see :
Lots of old knackered PCs and keyboards manufactured in 1878 that I have no intention of fixing - I work at a Distribution Centre on a PC HelpDesk
2 empty desks - I'm completetly on my own here today hence the newspaper on my desk, the web in full dirty mode flow and a chilled out, more or less horizontal , heart rate 2 beats per minute me.
The tops of a lot of trees through the window and a lovely blue sky - I'm on the top floor in an office block. It could be Ibiza . . but quite blatently and miserably aren't
A soft toy cow - a pressie from my wife who was attacked by a Frollicking Fresian once and had to dive into a zillion killer nettles to escape its razor like hooves. The Bovine Bastard.
A soft toy clanger which does spaced out whistles when you punch its little tummy in an uneccessarily but strangley pacifying aggressive - also a pressies from my wife
A work rota which says I should be answering the phone right now - sod it, let it , they'll reboot, they'll be fine. . . . .
Paint peeling off the walls
Stains on the carpet and a used tissue - the result of a combination of 'nice web pics' and not being able to get my hands on my wife for a whole 5 hours yet.
I can hear:
The A419 whizzing off to Cirencester . . . mmm , a true misty eye inducing olde english major road, picturesely strewn with Maccie D wrappers and dogging residues.
Lorries moving round the Goods In Yard & half digested fried breakfasts rumbling around the fat git drivers volumous lard storage tummy devices
. . . . my boss coming in unexpectedly . . . . .
Lots of old knackered PCs and keyboards manufactured in 1878 that I have no intention of fixing - I work at a Distribution Centre on a PC HelpDesk
2 empty desks - I'm completetly on my own here today hence the newspaper on my desk, the web in full dirty mode flow and a chilled out, more or less horizontal , heart rate 2 beats per minute me.
The tops of a lot of trees through the window and a lovely blue sky - I'm on the top floor in an office block. It could be Ibiza . . but quite blatently and miserably aren't
A soft toy cow - a pressie from my wife who was attacked by a Frollicking Fresian once and had to dive into a zillion killer nettles to escape its razor like hooves. The Bovine Bastard.
A soft toy clanger which does spaced out whistles when you punch its little tummy in an uneccessarily but strangley pacifying aggressive - also a pressies from my wife
A work rota which says I should be answering the phone right now - sod it, let it , they'll reboot, they'll be fine. . . . .
Paint peeling off the walls
Stains on the carpet and a used tissue - the result of a combination of 'nice web pics' and not being able to get my hands on my wife for a whole 5 hours yet.
I can hear:
The A419 whizzing off to Cirencester . . . mmm , a true misty eye inducing olde english major road, picturesely strewn with Maccie D wrappers and dogging residues.
Lorries moving round the Goods In Yard & half digested fried breakfasts rumbling around the fat git drivers volumous lard storage tummy devices
. . . . my boss coming in unexpectedly . . . . .
) version of Pang! And even plays a theme tune! 8)