Day of reckoning: Who is going to speak to the landlady? We agreed to each pick a breadstick, whoever got the short breadstick (we didn’t have straws) contacts the landlady to ask why she’s visiting while we’re out.
Weather: bit nippy
Mood: foul
Word of the day: Jigamaree – a thingamajig; a cunning manoeuvre
Yep. I fucking lost. I thought I had method – I thought the wobbly breadstick was the short one, so I avoided that one. But now I’m thinking Jinjing also had method, and she made the long breadsticks wobble to catch out smart arses like me.
In other news: At work the shorts competition (who can wear shorts from now until winter) is getting tense between Dan and Mike. I was going to work with Dan out in a garden and Mike pulled me aside before I left.
‘It’s cold this morning, make sure that Dan doesn’t change into trousers while he’s out, won’t you?’
‘How would he even do that?’
‘Just make sure, I’m trusting you,’ said Mike.
‘But I don’t care,’ I tried to explain.
Half an hour later I was digging up some ground elder, when Mike called my phone, ‘Is Dan still wearing shorts?’
‘I don’t know, he’s on the other side of the garden,’ I said.
‘Go and check! Go and check! He might have changed!’
‘But I still don’t care,’ I said. Mike wasn’t listening. He wouldn’t get off the phone until I’d made sure Dan was still wearing shorts.
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