Yes, I feel very,very bad.
It was a stunning day yesterday.
When I got home I promised Jasmine an extra long walk on the beach this morning.
I was tired.
We were going out for supper at six.
Time was short.
Oh alright…I was feeling lazy.
I got up at 5:30am.
Even though I had a rotten night.
My intentions were good.
The weather wasn’t.
Hell, that dog can make me feel so guilty.
She has that reproachful look down pat.
I must try to copy it.
I am on coffee number four.
I had a bad night.
I’ve mentioned that already.
It was a VERY bad night.
Worth mentioning twice.
Actually, it isn’t worth mentioning at all.
Damn I am getting more and more like Facebook.
One of these days I will be telling you about my bowel movements.
Better I post another picture.
Tomorrow we have a huge audit starting.
An international crowd.
I know,I know.
When you build something that goes into aircraft people tend to get quite passionate.
I believe we are expecting a guy from America and a woman from India.
Hopefully, I will understand their accents.
The French sound very sexy but I have no cooking clue what they are asking me.
My staff have our store looking spick and span.
Except for MY desk.
That looks like a war zone.
I have signed my will.
Mex went out and bought the forms.
Wendy filled in all the details of the lucky few who are going to inherit my vast fortune.
The two of them have been nagging me.
Hmmmmmmmmm…I wonder why?
Think I shall do all the cooking from now on.
Some of my numerous offspring are going to be upset.
That worried me.
For about three seconds.
Then I remembered I won’t be here.
We have new next door neighbours.
A young couple with a two year old.
The have dreadlocks.
Not the kid.
Well, not yet.
The locks turned Mex off immediately.
I like them.
Not the dreadlocks but the couple.
Dreadlocks always worry me.
I don’t understand them.
The perfect venue for livestock.
And, for crying in a bucket, the hair is DEAD.
I could be wrong but it certainly looks dead.
Is the hair dead?
Damn I am sleepy.