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Heruka:
Her birthday I mean.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 6:41:41 am)

Heruka:

(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 7:05:09 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Cushca is around, somewhere. Perhaps she's in the Lounge cloakroom seeing whether her bucket hat has been delivered there by mistake. The birthday was very fine indeed. World events didn't feature.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 7:26:49 am)

Decoy:
I am so afraid that the concrete guy is going to do a bad job. AND he suprises me with COD terms for today. It better be perfect, or I'll ... ohh the rage ... more coffee.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 8:47:44 am)

Heruka:
Am I incorrect to assume you have references for this guy. It's been my experience to NEVER give cash before the job is done. Not that I think they're theives, but even good masonry/concrete/whatever boys get some cash in hand they seem to like to head straight for the bar. Or you can protect youself and provide beer for the workers, as an incentive to show up.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:06:30 am)

Sleepy:
Get the train to Seattle, Queenie. I would. Only I'm here. Bah.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:07:29 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Afternoon Sleepy. Are you still around?
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:08:20 am)

Sleepy:
The neighbours moved out this morning. I think their pet rat, or whatever beast they harboured in their place, must have shat everywhere. It really stinks in the hallway. Nice. Also, their ridiculously over-sized removal van nearly knocked the wall/house down.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:09:05 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Is this the neighbours with clogs on?
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:09:23 am)

Sleepy:
Good afternoon. I am. Is Cushca still alive?
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:09:26 am)

Sleepy:
Neighbours With Clogs, which sounds like a Kevin Costner film, live upstairs. These were Neighbours with Rat/Something, who lived next door.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:10:25 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
She is. She is returning to the mill as we speak. We sat next to a wonderful couple at lunchtime. Even better than the Consuela-folk yesterday.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:10:26 am)

Sleepy:
Decoy's buying concrete?
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:11:03 am)

Heruka:
Clogs? Hello. Urban dwellers must spend a great deal of time and energy complaining about their neighbors. Mine neighbors are old, for the most part.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:11:39 am)

Cushca:
Afternoon, Pringle-wearing posh twats.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:12:05 am)

Heruka:
I'm quite certain it's the patio around his huge new olympic size pool.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:12:41 am)

Sleepy:
Old people may still own rats. Don't forget that. And have some clogs from a 1952 visit to Amsterdam.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:12:41 am)

Sleepy:
Hello Cushca. 25 and one day.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:13:03 am)

Cushca:
Why thank you. My computer is making a vooooom-voooooom noise. Is this bad?
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:13:45 am)

Sleepy:
Yes. Leave now.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:13:55 am)

Mrs Dr GB & Cushca's lunch neighbours:
A wench wearing a Pringle sweater over a blouse with the collar turned up. A chinless wonder male companion. Her twittering on very loudly about her job in PR.

Pringle Wench: “And they said to me that this thing is one of the most basic things in a PR job, and I like, haven’t done it once? In three years? Haw haw haw! And they’ve never said anything!”

Chinless Wonder: “Why haven’t you done it before?”

Wench: “Bone idle! Haw haw haw!”

Chinless: “And why haven’t they said anything to you about the work you’re not doing?”

Wench: “Well, they’re like, ‘Oh, your clients just love you so much that we didn’t think it was worth mentioning this one little thing! HAWHAWHAWHAW!
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:14:33 am)

Sleepy:
Did they have a rat?
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:17:13 am)

Cushca:
He was such a buffoon. And she was such a dumbarse.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:17:33 am)

Heruka:
I can't seem to comprehend GB's story. It just confuses me and makes me feel like I'm going to faint.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:18:50 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Of course they didn't have a rat. Rats are so common.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:19:35 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
But enough about other people, let's talk about me. I have magic powers you know. I control the weather. If I go out armed with an umbrella, there is absolutely no way it will rain. I bought a rain mac at lunchtime (seeing as how my coat won't do up any more) - the skies turned blue with white fluffy clouds. Brilliant.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:31:08 am)

Sleepy:
It's raining bumpy white things here. On this note, I have to go now. Have a good weekend. Bye.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:32:17 am)

Cushca:
Have a good one. It's pissing down with rain here now. Big, angry clouds.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:33:05 am)

Heruka:
It's sunny here. Very sunny. But still cold. Mid 40's.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:38:10 am)

Heruka:
what's a rain mac?
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:38:49 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
You know. Like a ... a thing. One moment please.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:41:48 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
A rain mac.

Mine's more cagoule-like though. Please don't ask me to explain cagoule.
(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:44:06 am)

:
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs,
of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go,
stop and say hello.

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
the little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack,
in the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There, beneath the blue, suburban skies,
I sit, and meanwhile back.

In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass,
and in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
it's a clean machine.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies,
in summer, meanwhile back.

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout,
the pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray.
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play,
she is anyway.

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
we see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in,
from the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There, beneath the blue, suburban skies,
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There, beneath the blue, suburban skies,
Penny Lane.

(Fri Apr 26, 2002 - 9:44:09 am)