Corner of solitude

There’s going to be either a phone call or none at all tomorrow that will determine how the rest of the year will turn out for me. If there is then I’ve overcome a major hurdle and if not, well . . . heaven help me.

Yes folks, I’m on the verge of glory. Tomorrow will either be fall on the sword or emerge triumphant. Wish me luck.

The last month has been a long and dreary month. It felt as though it would go on forever, and it was cold to boot. And almost every friggin day it was raining, just like in winter.

So I could almost be forgiven for thinking that it was already at the end of winter. Here I was telling everyone not to worry because winter was almost over. Sadly I was wrong. It’s only the start of an ozzie winter.

You know what that means?  Yes folks it means heaters, and a poll about keeping warm using heaters. Heres one right now.

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I’m currently sick with the flue and have a throat infection. A few days ago I went to see the local GP. I walked into the reception area and what’s the first thing the receptionist said to me?

“How are you?” she asked.

I was dumbfounded, with the condition that I was in couldn’t she see how I was? She could’ve said a million other things, like:

“Hi, you’re here to see the doctor, right, please take a seat.”

Or “hey sugar, take a load off, the doc is in the house.”

It was as if she was put upon and was daring me to say good or fine so that she could kick me out again.

“So you’re good are you? Then you won’t be needing to see the doctor. Well, there’s the door, loitering is a crime you know. Thank you very much for helping me waste some of my time.”

Polite as I am, I said good thank you anyway, which was the only thing I could think of saying at the time, normally I’m armed with witty remarks which I could use as a comeback.