*Yawn*
You can’t tell I’m tired, now can you … ?
I am, though.
And seriously thinking I want to go back back to bed.
Thankfully?
I’ve got a day off, today.
Which means I can have a sneaky snooze, later.
Once I’ve done the shopping, laundry, teaser, tidied the flat, had breakfast, shaved, showered … …
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Did I mention I’m working, at the mo?
Not literally right now: I’d never be able to get to Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar from a work pc.
But I’ve a job: at a call centre. That takes calls for various social landlords, amongst other.
One of those others?
Is the Greater London Authority.
Usually?
We take the press calls: and direct anyone else to the relevant webpage or local council.
What we do with the real weirdoes, though?
Is a case by case thing. I had to tell one woman, last night, that her suggestions to use pre-fabs to house the homeless of Grenfell Tower was good: but that she might want to email it over to Mayor Khan. In another? We had a chap demanding to know what the Mayor was doing to get the Royal Family to help.
You couldn’t make it up …
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