So it was with some care that I’ve spent far too long re-arranging the bookshelf (just one repository for books around home) according to the colour of their spine. They just look so much neater, don’t they? All lined up and 2cm back from the edge of shelf. You can see the treadmill is right in front, so often as I’m running, I’m planning refinement – The God of Small Things should be closer to The Dressmaker – that kind of thing. Yes – perhaps that time should have been spent more productively – like reading!!
Mel at work recently lent me Chelsea Handler’s ‘Are You There Vodka? It’s me, Chelsea.’ So wrong. So funny. Well worth the time.
One of my colleagues at work had a parcel delivered to her by dispatch. ‘I wonder what this is?’ she pondered as she took the parcel and busied herself ripping in to it. Meanwhile, the guy from dispatch is standing there, staring at her in disbelief. I try and be subtle as I whisper over the partition ‘I think he’s waiting for you to say thank you…’
‘Oh god!’ she says, genuinely surprised, ‘Sorry Greg. Thank you.’ He wanders off with a shake of his head.
‘What’d you get?” I ask.
‘I’d forgotten I ordered this book,’ she said holding it up!!!
