Wellington Woman

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

I complained to Manitoba about the magazines in Wishbone. "Your copy of NZ Life has an actual Christmas tree on the front cover," I told her. "It's not like I am one to complain or anything but what the actual?"

She sympathised and blamed Wishbone management. I did not write them another email but noted today that they have NEW magazines in! Maybe Manitoba passed it on. 

"However," I said, "I can't help but notice that one of your new magazines is 'Wellington Woman'. It is like I am being mocked."

They are used to me now in Wishbone. I get extra stamps on my coffee card and everything. 

I had a relatively nice day at work today and was telling Cazza that my job is mostly okay. I mean. It is work so it's never going to be AS okay as staying in bed, or going to the pictures, or stroking a cat, or lying in a sugar-coma after overdosing on Toffee-Pops, but ok.

Part of it is some of the nice feedback I've been getting. Apparently even That Awkward Effing Bugger Who Asks Lots Of Annoying Questions from Kapiti Coast has been saying nice things about me. 

I feel bad for calling her "That Awkward Effing Bugger" now. If you would, please rename her in your heads as "That Awkward Effing Lady".

So it was a decent day. I even treated myself to lunch at Americano's the All-Day Breakfast Place. I was worried when I first went in there that it would feel weird being in there alone. But actually there are loads of us solo diners in there. We do not care. We have eggs in Hollandaise sauce to keep us company.

And then this evening I chatted with Princess Normal. I love my chats with the Princess because she rips the p*ss out of me and I need that because my wife treats me with such respect all the time.

No? 

No, I didn't believe me either. Nevertheless, it was lovely talking to you Princess. You always make me smile.

S.