Theme Thursday.
Okay.
'ello SUNSHINE.
‘Owya goin’?
Been busy?
Yeah?
Awright.
Doin’ well?
Doin’ well meself me old mukka.
Doin’ well. Doin’ well. Doin’ well.
Yep, doin’ well.
Can’t complain can’t complain.
Hip given me grief mind you.
Shockin’ headache.
Work given’ me trouble.
Can’t complain though, can’t complain.
Strugglin’ with me back still.
Missus given’ me hell.
Strugglin’ with the bills.
Bills bills bills. Always bills.
Can’t complain though, can’t complain.
You?
Yeah yeah. Yeah.
Musn’t grumple.
Comments
Bills, bills, bills, is all I ever find in my mailbox along with all that junk mail. I tried to get them to stop delivering the junk and they said they could not. But then again that is how they make most of their money besides taking more of our tax dollars for crappy service. Always have mail from different neighbors in our mailbox. I used to call and complain but it went in one ear and out the other and has never stopped. They can't even get the junk mail delivered properly either. Maybe I need to start getting e-bills and then just let them fill up the box with the junk and when I refuse to pick it up then maybe they will return it. But then that is the post offices main income source. Are these people so stupid that they do not know we shred all of it.
Happy Theme Thursday to you and yours.
God bless.
Personification has never been so alive. And vice versa.
~Sayantini Bhattacharya
another part of me
Brian, I hear this one's at the bus stop all the time.
Susan, hoorah!
Joanne, thanks.
Sayantini, cheers!
Roddy, who what now?