October the 24th Sunday
Forgot to tell you I was sick last night.
Hugging the bad boy bog!
I blame the Diamond White.
Felt pretty good though after my skin full.
Yet as the day dragged on I began to feel worse for wear.
Completely wasn’t concentrating when making the Horlicks.
Resulting in the jug been burnt to cinders.
Like the hole in Neil’s shoe!
I was amazed I hadn’t burnt one in the jug.
I just couldn’t scrub the bloody jug clean!
Resulting in me having to leave it.
“You know that jug you burnt?
We’ve had to throw it away” Hetty blurted.
“Oh no!” I said sarcastically.
This hangover was accelerating and I really wasn’t in the mood for a discussion over a jigging jug!
“Boss-man’ says you’ll have to pay!” She laughed.
My heart dropped.
I was disappointed in Boss-man.
I thought he’d have said it to my face.
Then I felt a really big urge of ‘being pissed off!’
“F@cking jug” I whispered under my stale-curry-fire breath.
Boss-man’s been alright with me.
I thought.
The officer in charge agreed by nodding with Hetty.
Later on I asked “How much would it cost to replace it?”
“I’ll check” the Officer answered.
“Ten pounds for one but they only come in sets of five.” She replied.
I began trembling and it wasn’t my hangover!
I took a seat!
“That’d be fifty quid” she put sternly.
“Fifty, Fifty, Fifty” Helen started ranting.
I wasn’t amused at all
After half an hour Hetty came dancing in.
“It was a joke and Boss-man doesn’t know at all!” She screamed.
“BITCH!” She laughed!
What a massive relief!
It sure sobered that hangover up!
