Well, the Isle of Wight is still here. Call off the search!
I think my parents and I have been laughing on and off since I arrived - they're on good form. Events themselves have been helping...
Scene: Joe Daflo's Café/Bar, Newport Isle of Wight, late Saturday afternoon...a bustling town day. Busy streets, shops doing deals, Mums are bargain shopping, Dads are sitting patiently outside changing rooms, the Royal Artillery are recruiting in the square, and my family and some friends are taking it easy with coffees and beer as cars flick past outside. We join a conversation about my learning-to-drive hiatus...
My Dad: So what is it about driving that means you're just not enthusiastic about it?
Me: Well, I'm just not mad keen. I live near work, I can't afford a car...
My Dad: Well, are you scared? A lot of people find it intimidating.
At this point I dropped into uncontrollable laughter as all of the conversations around the table were drowned out by a huge tank topped with an array of missile launchers roaring past the window.
I played vast amounts of snooker with my Dad on Friday, went out with Mr. Foster in Newport's fair town last night (just a quiet one, you understand - all the stories about the tequila and the dancing are complete fabrications) and we're having a lazy day today.
All in all, not a bad weekend!
I won't be running coffee tomorrow morning, so would you like the honour of standing behind the counter of The Coffee Shop Of Your Very Dreams on the morrow?
Just as no-one else mixes cocktails like Uborka, personally I think you should retain the coffee monopoly?
That's all very well, but when we drive for two hours and get to work barely able to keep our eyes open, we very much think that anyone could make a decent cup of coffee.
Also, Uborka will be going dry in two weeks' time. Alternative venues are being sought.
Now where's my latte?
I would agree Stu. We'll wait:)
Just like to point out that when I started writing that comment Karen hadn't posted hers so i am not going completely off my trolley (*grin*) I actually agree with Mr D. . Ah yes think things are clearer now. I apologise for being so odd. errrm yes. I think I shall go now. Good plan.
What you need, Hanni, is a nice cup of coffee.
Hm... now, where might you be able to get one.
*sigh*
One Monday.
Just one Monday...
I feel your pain, Stuart.
So what's this about Uborka drying up?
Well, if the Uborkette has a job that requires a little more concentration, which is likely, then she will no longer be able to waste her Fridays (and as you know, online refreshments are quite time-intensive), doling out drinks.
On the other hand, I might be able to work from home occasionally. And we all know what "work" from home means.