A Monday Ramble.

"Honey, I'm home," I squealed excitedly, as I stumbled into the doorway of The HQ. I had experienced a long, stressful Sunday at church choir, and the thought of The Girlfriend rubbing my feet with Arnica oil left me feeling giddy like a young school girl.

It was then that I realised I hadn't fumbled my way in using the keys as is usually the case, because firstly, I wasn't drunk on this occasion, but more importantly, the door was already open. I also noticed that my beloved leather couch seemed to have been moved from it's usual spot. I knew this because as I hurled myself down, my head didn't meet the soft bovine leather I had anticipated, but rather the cold unforgiving floor.

"How strange," I thought aloud, shaking off the effects of the mild concussion whilst picking up bits of my chipped teeth. I was pretty convinced that this WAS The HQ, my photos on the wall suggested that I was in the right place, unless my neighbours completely adored me, which I was a little skeptical about seeing as I regularly found the tyres of my car slashed, and poisonous snakes in my mailbox.

"Well, what do you think!," screamed The Girlfriend, who had quietly crept up on me, before leaping up to my left ear. She had taken it upon herself to redecorate our lair, which annoyed me as most of the things thrown out were invariably mine.

This included my Dr Alban albums, as well as my collection of bomber jackets, but thankfully I realised that she didn't manage to throw my name away. I did a pretty good job with that myself on Thursday night, which was totally awesome by the way, and something we will talk about later this week.

Right now I have to see a man about a boat, so we will chat a bit later.

Ciao for now.



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