I was thinking, in this 24 hour society which we now all reside, is there such a thing as a Bank Holiday? Should I have picked up the telephone yesterday and called telephone banking I am sure it would have been open. Infact, it's an outdated name. Keeping with banks, the ladyfriend and I had a day off from our painting and decorating and took a trip into Lewes on Sunday and carved in stone on the walls of a building society were the words "opened in 1890 something" and it made me imagine big whiskered gentlemen carrying big briefcases with tall black hats in a Dickensian fashion going about their business in charming Lewes whilst children with rickets tackled the sloping high street of the town. It was a nice thought.
My neck has just about recovered from the toil of painting the ceiling at the weekend, emulsion has just about dissapeared from under my nails. I must say I did make a good job. The living room looks like a wedding cake at the moment, completely white and able to withstand a nuclear blast should india be tempted. The search for a chandelier is now officialy begun.
I am cock-a-hoop that September begins tomorrow. I was singing cheery Christmas songs on the lavvy this morning.
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