Today’s saying from Donna has arrived. It is Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and he’ll eat forever. What about teaching a woman to fish? What if he lives in the Sahara? Also, couldn’t a woman teach other women to fish sometimes, rather than relying on a man? Maybe it’s time I started teaching Agnes to fish, instead of feeding her fish every night. As long as I don’t have to put a worm on a hook. This one is an oldie, but it may be a goodie.
Agnes noticed that I was up extra early today. It didn’t help. I still bumped into Breadstick in the lift. I think he’d arrived early to avoid me. He obviously wasn’t happy with what happened on Friday night. He spluttered something about how he was really drunk and definitely not in any condition to agree to have sex. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure I was on top. I really hope I can’t be charged with rape, because I did keep filling his glass from the punch bowl. Probably not. I don’t think women can be charged with rape. We aren’t that liberated yet.
OK, New rule: no sex with anyone who works in the building that I work in.