Donna rang me at work today. After I finally got her off the phone, about 15 minutes later, I still don’t know why she rang, I had a whinge to Norman about her, saying how she always says the same thing to you several times in slightly different ways, and goes on and on about a point she is making, giving several examples, and how she uses at least three times the number of words than is necessary when she is telling you something and how it’s hard to get a word in when she’s speaking, even though she is only imparting a small amount of information. When I’d finished, Norman just looked at me and said, ‘So, she’s not succinct?’ so I said ‘No’.
Ian came over tonight, and then told me he had some sort of rash on his penis. I’ll kill that Bryan. Although, maybe I’m not completely blameless. So, no sex tonight. Instead, to fill in the time, Ian wanted me to help him learn some Spanish phrases, for his upcoming trip with his family. I suggested he learn to say ‘How much would I have to pay you to kill my wife?’ but he vetoed that one. Unfortunately, I think he likes her.