Right, I'm really bored now. My fancy-woman seems to have disappeared and hasn't replied to an email for aaaaaaaaaages. My fwogs aren't up to much - they're just sitting there looking pretty and I've sweet f.a. to do. Apart from sort my clothes out for tomorrow's Christmas Party. But I'm a guy and we don't do things like that - we just wear them a-la "clothes horse".
Actually, I learnt something a few weeks ago - put badly creased clothes in the tumble drier for a wee while (that means about half an hour) wrapped in a damp towel and the creases largely disappear. Genius! I owe someone a GTVL for that methinks.
Hmmmm... I probably should iron the shirt though. Didn't I tell you already how much of a procrastinator I am? An example, in case you still don't believe me on that one: I bought three Christmas Cards today. One each for the parents unfortunate enough to have me as their only offspring, and one for someone else. Shush. And I've bought no presents at all. I need inspiration for that too. Hurry!
Right... ironing.
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