Due to a strong directive from my financial advisor, Lo, she is a terrible Goddess, I’ve been going out to work recently.
My main concern has been how the TG will cope without me.
I was sitting on the sofa this weekend chatting away exploring the possibilities of adapting budgerigars so they could replace mobile phones, the advantages of learning how to play the banjo and my concern that the local car wash should have instructions written in Braille, I glanced in her direction and noticed she was in the Dhyana position. I asked what she was doing and she mumbled “Coping. By the way, are you going back to work on Monday?”
“I’m afraid I have to my angel.”
“Oh.”
She seemed to relax; I’m so glad her yogic techniques are helping. I must say I admire her bravery during what must be a very difficult time for her.
( Ommmmmmm… Lo, TG Ed)
Stumble It!
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I would recommend the ukulele over the banjo
I know you’re not losing your mind and repeating yourself – you just ended up in moderation in case you’re a nutter *looks doubtful*
Anyhooooo, I shall take your advice on board young John and think very carefully about what to pluck. [Notice the subtle nautical allusion ..... yo ho ho and a bottle of gin!]
I would recommend the ukulele
Going back to work. Such a sobering phrase. I hope that this does not involve long stultifying hours in front of a desk in a soul-sucking office cubicle furnished with neighbors of limited intelligence and pulchritude.
Oh no, nothing like that. Odd jobs of a practical nature. On Monday I’m hanging old wooden tennis rackets and cricket bats in an artistic fashion, levelling some paving stones, repairing a gutter and hanging a Venetian blind whilst being supplied with home-made biscuits and endless cups of tea. It’s a hard life …
Thank goodness. I really couldn’t picture you as a cubicle-ite… Odd jobs sounds good, we could use a good odd-jobs person around here. First task? Clear all the junk out of the barn that the packrat who shares the house with me cannot bear to let go of. Drip irrigation tape that does not work? Seriously?
I’ll just book my ticket ….. whooooooosh
Blimey you do things back to front … what now at your ripe old age you are embarking on a career!!!!
I’m careering along and approaching barking.
phew all is well then!
Oh, perhaps you could become a Yoga instructor! TG would love that!
Perhaps I’ll start with yoghurt … I know my limitations.
You’re a very versatile chap! Ahem, I’ve even said so [cough] on my blog [cough].
Nasty little cough you’ve got there young GG …. whooooooosh
If Lo,TG is thinking of a yoga retreat I can recommend thisplace….
Good idea … and I’ve got the telephone number now so I’ll be able to have a nice long chat while she’s there.
Tennis rackets. I so do miss the quaint Eurolife when you talk about it, so fondly. Me missing it, not you talking…get back to work and quit reading this.
The rackets are up, along with two cricket bats and a hockey stick … very arty.
…can I date the model?
By chopping her in half and counting the rings?
There will never be an advantage to you learning a musical instrument. Only disadvantages for the rest of us.
Indeed, I have Van Gogh’s ear for music.
Forget the strings! Play a man’s instrument. The Bagpipes!
Even the TG has limited patience.