Voice of the Tent

Friday, February 20, 2004

So. Today starts like any other day. Get up, go downstairs. Discover one of the tenting soldiers may be about to declare bankruptcy and plunge the entire house into a chaos of their own selfish making because they couldn't stop spending money!

Also, we have another gas leak.

Plus, the Carpet Guy™ *official name* was supposed to come today to put the landing carpet back down after the builders fiasco. He didn't, so that screwed up my plans to tidy for the evening and now we don't have a clue when he'll show his face. On the other hand, he's quite nuts, so that's also slightly a bonus in disguise I guess. Last time he gave Private Room™ *Veteran* a packet of chocolate biscuits that his last client's daughter had given him. We suspect they may have been poisoned, but Private Room™ *Veteran* is a notorious chocoholic and so threw caution to the wind and dived in for Queen and country. Private Room™ *Veteran* remains alive... just.

If we have to call the Gas Man ™ *official name* in the night again, I'll let you know.

Oops, nearly forgot the next song on the Voice of the tent™ soundtrack. It's Mad world, by Gary jules or Tears for fears, take your pick or choose both, either are perfectly relevant to the situation as it stands.

Posted by General Disorder :: 11:39 PM :: 0 Comments: