2nd June - Suicide plumbing

Todays title doesn't reflect on the days events at all. Catchy, though?


I hate doing documentation. I feel obliged to use long words at every opportunity and when thats not happening, I type utter balls. At one stage I described an installation procedure thus:
1) open box
2) spaz
3) spaz
4) eat cake

As I toiled with the written word, Koulla lovingly brought me teas. She corrected my spelling and dabbed the spittle and dribble from my chin. I owe my success to her. In saying that, the day I get the sack is the day I accuse her of ruining me. That's how I roll.

I offered to make her tea later that evening and when I looked into the teapot she had used, I saw sticks and sticks of cinnamon. Not just a little piece but loads of pieces! I challenged her. Here is the transcript of the confrontation:

Me: Whats this?
Her: Whats what?
Me: In the tea pot! Look at all that cinnamon!
Her: Its a nice taste when theirs lots!
Me: Yes but a small piece is enough!
Her: It adds to the flavour!
Me: It adds to deforestation is what it adds to! There are Pandas looking for a home somewhere because you decided to make a tea!

I do like her tea. I'm worried that one day she might try to make a fruit salad and make apples extinct on this island!

Spoke to Zac(k) earlier. We discussed house insurance. House insurance! There was a time when we only ever talked about boobs and nintendo (in that order)! We compared our portfolios and arranged a game of golf. I saved face a little later with a text asking him to bring back the game pad I lent him.

The other Pilalis, Alex, sent me a message asking me to mention the humble cul-de-sac in my blog. Apparently the plural is culs-de-sacs. I asked him if he knew what the plural was for "a waste of space". He didn't know. If anyone knows, please comment.

The revelations didn't stop there. Andy just said it would be a great idea to have toasters in bars. He should be on the apprentice...