That which does not kill me
Had better start running
I’ve a upper respiratory bug, given to my by traveling companions…
The shower in our ‘new’ room floods the bathroom because the drain is slow, and it’s a fancy shower. It has pieces of white plastic glued to the floor to ‘discourage’ water. It doesn’t work when the water is 1” deep and getting deeper.
I had to take a ‘Navy Shower’.
One of my life’s pleasures is a long hot shower.
I’m not feeling the ‘Zippity Do Dah’ today.
Ergo the shirt.
Time for an Irish Coffee…
Baileys ain’t going to suffice.
1. Open- ended questions only(yes/no answers=buzzkill)
2. Keep it fun and light – save the heavy politics for your holiday family get-togethers 😜
3. Questions should be for all panelist, not just Greg.
4. One sentence, please – no complicated set ups.
5. Be patient! Show gets a lot of questions… persistence pays off.
Grubbly moaning, all good people. I greet you well.
Two whinges for the price of one this morning.
The first concerns the congenital inability of the female to have a sleepless night without making certain sure that whichever unfortunate male is sharing a bed with her shares also every moment of said sleepless night.
In real time.
Endless sighing, lots of complaining, and just in case the male is in imminent danger of nodding off, a way of restlessly turning over that simulates, down to the last detail, a magnitude 10 earthquake.
And when the poor male gives up and goes down to the living room for a little peace - well, he is not allowed it! Oh, no. The female can be relied upon to follow and start wittering on about what a sleepless night she's having - just what a bloke wants to be subjected to at four in the morning.
Now a bloke having a sleepless night can try the old trick of counting sheep (unfortunately we don't have many sheep in our bedroom), or go downstairs to pick up a book, or go on the ...
