Of Brain Bamboozlement February 29, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , trackbackYoo hoo! Here I am. Crumbs, can you see my tired eyes from there?
I’ve had some fascinating conversations this week.
Lovely bf: ‘Shall I get a Mother’s Day card for you to send?’
Me: ‘Nah, I’ll get one in Tunbridge Wells – I mean Wadhurst. Burwash. Bugger. Where do I work again?’
I think we can safely say my brain has broken down entirely. I’ve spent the past four days with furrowed brow, trying to look sensible instead of wailing at my hopeless lack of knowledge concerning easements, wayleaves and agricultural oddities. I’m totally exhausted by the end of my rural day but at least it saves me counting sheep at bedtime.
On a positive note, I’ve managed not to fall down the stairs yet or succumb to the urge to stroke the cord-clad legs of my colleagues. Mmmmm. I love corduroy trousers. I shall have to buy some of my very own so that I can rub a bald patch with worry when I’m left to my own devices next week. Eek.
It’s good though. There have been eggs. Real eggs from chickens, left on my desk when the boss’s birds went into overdrive. And. There are huge, huge properties with stables and land and more sky than houses I’ve ever seen. And. There is the frequent blare of hunting horns tooting through the office at regular intervals which turns out to be a mobile ringtone.
Good golly. My working day is like being squished between the pages of a fabulous Jilly Cooper novel. I think I really rather like it.
Oh, and things are lively on the home front but I haven’t the time to tell you about that. Or about the incident with the gardener’s willy. I’ll just have to leave it to your fevered imagination.
Tally ho.
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All sounds fantastic Jen. Am so pleased and I think I am rather jealous of your job.
I want some corduroy trousers to stroke too!
Oh! You can’t NOT tell us about the gardener’s willy? Can you at least assure me that it’s OK? (So many dangerous gardeners tools) or are we talking Lady Chatterley antics?
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
You speak of many strange things, Jen? What is it that you do exactly, I wonder. Easements, wayleaves? I am impressed, I think.
There’s something very manly and masterful about corduroy trousers. Definitely J.Cooper territory.
It all sounds a bit like The Archers to me.
I experienced some corduroy envy at work this week. I can never find a pair that look right on my little stumps.
Glad to hear the week went well though :o)
I was about to write almost exactly the same as Maddie Moon. What are these things of which you speak? Corduroy I understand and it has many connotations, the like of which I’d better not divulge:-)
Glad it seems to be going well Jen. Sounds a far cry from Crumblies and Pear Drop Woman:-)
Sorry, I’m with Pacha - I just want to know about the gardener’s willy!
Pacha - there’s something yummy about corduroy, isn’t there? I remember a pair of unimaginably fetching dark brown cord dungarees I wore as a teenager. I seem to remember a non-coordinating striped rugby shirt affair I wore in conjunction with said cords. Stylish or what?
Maddie - I actually don’t know what I do. Or where I do it. I think this will improve after a little bit more sleep.
Karen - Am with you on the stumps. In a manner of speaking. Oh, you know what I mean. Don’t you?
Lane - ‘The Connotations of Corduroy’, a philosophical insight dealing with feeliness and other things by Professor Lane. There you go. Your next book sorted.
Helen - Honestly, a tiny allusion to a willy-wielding gardener and you’re all in a frenzy. Shame on you!
Well done on the not falling down the stairs thing I’m impressed. You are obviously destined for the top here. Lucky you working somewhere where corduroy trousers are de rigour. Do they all wear those checked shirts and brown brogues too? They all sound much more interesting than my dentists at the Uni.
Tiny?
Willy-wielding?
Willy?
Now there’s a hook if I ever read one!
What’s the twist? And does it have anything to do with corduroy?
I want to know about the gardeners willy too. I think it deserves an entire blog post.
Now if it were a jilly Cooper novel it would be corduroy-clad willies being stroked…
Breezy - I’ll be down those stairs before too long, it’s inevitable! Dentists eh? Yes, I think I may be beating you in the fun department…
Pacha - oh, I despair, I really do!
Helen - that’s good combination of words, isn’t it? Will come in handy for something, I’m sure..?
Leigh - Nothing to do with corduroy at all. Corduroy is sacred, doncha know?
Rosie - Hello. A post of its own eh? Hmmmm. I somehow doubt that the reality of the willy incident will live up to your imaginations now!
Lucy - You can’t beat a jolly Jilly Cooper romp, can you? Not sure she should be allowed to sully the good name of corduroy though. There are limits.
You’ve left me speachless again..gardener’s willy?
Pleased you like the new job
Sounds like an updated setting from DH Lawrence. More please!
Oooooh…corduroy.
Mya x
Liz - honestly, you wouldn’t believe me. Or you’d be disappointed. I really can’t win in the willy department.
Zinnia - an updated DH Lawrence could be kind of funky. Hmmm. More after a cold shower
Mya - steady on, old girl.
I’m totally intrigued about the gardener’s willy now as well. My life is so dull by comparison!
Nez - I would say ‘get a grip’. But, erm, perhaps not eh?