it's lunch time. i'm sitting at my desk at work eating a cold veggie burger sandwich. and i'm bored. and i know i am fully responsible for the way i'm feeling. but i'm still bored. and i've read (and almost read) numerous life coaching books that have promised to sort my life out. but i'm still bored. when i was growing up all i wanted to be was 'older' so that i could do whatever i wanted. but now i'm older, i just want someone to tell me what to do next. have i already written that? feels like it. anyway. the sandwich is ok. so that's something to be grateful for. and the sun is shining. what more could i ask for? don't get me started! i'd better go before i start droning on and bore you! ciao then.

so, i was shopping in sainsbury's on monday evening and trying to navigate around a man with walking aid and his accomplice with trolley, when the guy behind me muttered the following ..."dirty words, dirty words" in a sleazy american accent. now, i'm not sure if he thought i was part of the obstruction and was in his way. or if he was on a hands free booty call (in the vegetable aisle?). or just a nutter? (west london, 6:30pm. likely). but by saying "dirty words, dirty words" was he using the latest version (10.9) of 'frack' or 'frickin'? you know what i mean. don't you? i suspect that these stupid substitute swear words that have become acceptable (only in US sci-fi dramas) have now been superseded with other phrases like "dirty words, dirty words". i like it. and i might start saying it. but i am aware that muttering the same words over and over could put me in the 'nutter' category. (west london, 24/7. definitely).