h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Approaching the top of the paperwork mountain. The trig point is within line of sight. I'm feeling a bit breathless, but I know I can just push on until I reach the summit where I will have a triumphal sandwich whilst admiring the view.

Gosh climbing a real mountain would have been far more fun.

Happy Birthday Kelli! -------> A book of baby sitting coupons. Whenever you want to go out with J, or just have some time to yourself, everyone in the Salon will be happy to watch your little angels.

Happy Nerd, I must have missed something, but you're opening a chocolate shop? Are you making the chocolates yourself? Where are you getting the chocolate from?

Oh my, I forget my manners

It's a can of instant sleep replacement. If you miss a night or two's sleep you can just swig it down and you're back to normal..

Happy b'day, Kelli! It's special trainers that keep your feet from hurting during marathons.

Virtuously avoids all things containing sugar.

*matina wheels out a black forest gateau for Kelli's birthday, a feast of virtual calories that will not affect her real-life diet*

I spent most of my time running round like a headless chicken non-stop from the hours of 8:45am to 5:45pm each day, on the counter, answering phones, doing audits, CHAPS payments, international payments and foreign currency stuff.

I still have nightmares.

<BB<

For what it's worth, FG, I think kelli's little angels are delightful. T'Boy is a little exhausting, but I thoroughly enjoyed being pulled through London Zoo by him! K, you'll have to schedule any coupons with my name on them between rehearsals...

I second that, David. They're gorgeous wee loons - as is Sol's Star.

The benefit in enjoying other people's children is that one hands them back long before the fun stops. It's somewhat different with ones own
Anyone within the next couple of counties distance of The Towers may have heard me shouting at #3 this morning. He slept in - badly. The numpty hasn't yet worked out that playing WoW until 2.30am and forgetting to set your alarm clock is not a good idea when there's wo*k the next day.
I'm sometimes tempted to tell him to go and **** up his life somewhere else so I don't have to watch.

Ah - but he was sweet when he was little

T. He can also be quite the charmer now.

I can truthfully say I don't miss the days when I had a house full of teenagers. It's a miracle No 3 and I both survived without one or both winding up in jail.

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off to the backlog!

Reply to Ben Earlier

There's only one thing worse than being made redundant and that's being forced to stay.

Know the feeling

Ooh! A birthday! Many happy returns. <- it's an hour. For when you need an extra hour in the day.

D'you know, MC, I thought it was just me. I've been bellowing at the TV* for months "That's not pear cider, it's *perry*!" And now I know I was right.

Mol

*in a silent, ladylike manner

*There is a crash from downstairs, followed by some static over the intercom, followed by some mild cursing heard over the intercom*


It's got to be one of these switches.


*Sound of a garage door opening, followed by sound of a blender, followed by sound of vicious dog attacking*


Fluffy, it's me!


*Sound of startled yelp, followed by sound of a dog licking a face*


Okay, okay, down boy. I'm happy to see you too. Or at least I would be if I ~could~ see you.


*Sound of more switches being flipped. Sound of cannon firing, followed by sound of glass breaking, followed by sound of kettle whistling, followed by sound of duck quacking, followed by*


Aha! We have light! Of course! I should have remembered it would be switch 42. Hmmm, I wonder....


*sound of switch flipping, followed by duck quacking, followed by switch flipping, followed by duck quacking, followed by switch flipping followed by duck quacking*


Hmmmm. I wonder how we did that.

Garius! Long time, no ... errrr, hear ... errr, over the intercom. Any intercom, really.

I was actually wondering the other night if we were going to see the BondageBeanBag again. No, I don't know why--one of those idle-brain times, I guess...

Garius! Hi! *realizes she would need to find a switch for Garius to hear her*

*snags a mate truffle*

*moves to the opposite side of the room*

Happy birthday, kelli!

Happy Birthday Kelli! I have knitted you a very stylish shoulder-bag. It looks small and neat and perky and cute, but is big enough (I half-inched some technology) for some nappies, wipes, bottom-cream, cotton-wool, snacks, comb, mirror, changes of clothes for everyone, a good book and a small flask of something *cough* medicinal.

Ohh! Truffles!

*Selects one and trots over to the BondageBeanBag* May I sit down without the interference of velcro? Please?

*hears a familiar voice*

Funny, that sounded like Garius. It was? *faints*

*blushes and wriggles to make a comfy place for Ag to sit*

* sidles up to the Bondage Beanbag, ignores Ag and whispers to the chair*

There's always room for you over at the Diner.