The quiet life
Grandad May 20th, 2009
I wasn’t going to write anything today, because nothing happened.
I connected up to the Interweb to see what was going on. Nothing.
I browsed the newspapers. Nothing apart from the government fucking up things again, but there is nothing new about that.
I went into my blog feed reader to see what the rest of you were saying. There was a remarkable lack of activity, so obviously you lot are experiencing nothing as well.
I had just come to the conclusion that God had forgotten to put sixpence in the meter, and that nothing at all was going to happen today when the door bell sounded.
I armed myself to the teeth in case it was some political yokels, but it was the bloke from Eircom. I slipped him a fifty note so that he wouldn’t complain about all the extra wiring, and then shut him out on the roof where it was raining heavily.
He fixed the fault in record time. It was a broken wire or something highly technical like that. He asked to be let in off the roof, as it was really pissing down at this stage, and he had forgotten his coat. I let him in again, but it cost him a fifty note and a promise to say nothing about the job.
He’s gone now, and the phone is working again.
Herself is catching up on all the gossip.
I’m waiting for something to happen.
Is there anything happening anywhere?
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