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Laughed publicly and like a donkey when I read capt_birdseye's confession.


Last night I was idly flicking through the digichannels in search of something watchable (is there a crapness/no. of channels ratio?!) when I thought "Now, what's that programme 'Close' that I'm always seeing is on that UKTV History Channel, let's have a look at and see if it's any good..."


:-$

only got about 2-3 hrs sleep last night, got up this morning, made coffee, put piping hot beverage in cupboard and sat down in front of sugar bowl.


Also, have spend the day studying nutrition and nearly posted above sentance as "sugar bowel"


Maybe an early night... ?

today, i think i was completly praying for the earth to open up and swallow me up after after putting my foot in it with a friend of a friend, i asked how his elderly dad was ...... god rest his soul as he passed away not so long ago, ( my wolly friend didnt mention it!!!) but the icing on the cake for me was......it was his boyfriend!!! not dad! shameful! i went as red as a beetroot! so embarassed! just stood there with my mouth open!! der!!!!!

polly, that is nothing, about 2 yrs ago, i was sitting with a work-mate in the office, when a fellow colleague from a different department walked in and after a bit of pleasant chit-chat, my work mate asked the colleague how his wife was, after a moments hesistation back came the reply, we,ve broken up, non deterred she then asked how was their child was only for him to go he,s dead. nothing else was said.

i fortunately was just an innocent bystander but if the world had opened up at that moment i would have gladly jumped in.

nutty I fell of a swiss ball in the gym not that long ago and I mean properly fell off backwards with my legs and bum in the air.

The worse thing was a few people noticed and didn't smile, just looked really serious and superior and carried on exercising in a smug and well coordinated way. I could've coped with being laughed at, but people noticing and pretending not to made it even worse.


:-$

Not today, but thought I'd share this.


A few years back I was out for my birthday, a young single man at the time. A couple of work colleagues came along, and after many drinks myself and a, normally very straight professional type, female colleague started getting really flirty. Nothing much happened, but the next day I text a friend saying "I'll never look at ****** the same way again".


Imagine my horror when I checked my outbox and discovered I'd text said colleague!


That Monday morning was a bit weird :-$

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