Wednesday night was my last night in London.
Have I done all the things I wanted to do…?
Have I visited old friends, old shows, new exhibitions…?
Of course I haven’t! I’ve spent hours and hours and hours working on utterly pointless stuff.
After spending all Sunday working on a presentation that was cancelled, this comic summed it up completely.
It’s not been all bad.
I’ve not had to make my bed.
I’ve not had to cook my dinner.
I could get reliable public transport at 11.30pm after a few bevvies.
I have seen a friendly smile every day, whether it’s the hotel staff, the fellow tube travelers, or the team.
And of course, I’ve worked with some amazing people who I’ll really miss.
But I am glad to be going home.
Is it just me thinking that Pete should be doing more housework and smiling β
π
I’m not sure how much smiling he’ll be doing when I’m home every day. πΏ
The point is I have had to cook every night and make my bed every day, so it’s my turn to get that service! :good:
Pete, it amazes me that after so many years of marriage you are still trying to apply male logic when organising your domestic situation :alien:
Hehehe very funny! π