Lunes

It was just one of those days
When the mind strays
One of those days
When everyone plays
One of those days
When everyone stays
And all of the dreaming goes on
-Marillion

Cold and chilly, and i believe i may have to go to the doctor to get something to get this crap out of my chest. The flats i have seen are all holes or expensive.

I got paid and went to the bank. The Daft Cunt is about as interesting a a corn on you big toe. He wants me to start testing a class, which of course he never mentioned. I´ve only been teaching them for 6 months! He paid me in 500E notes- which they call Bin Laden´s, because no one ever sees them.

Then i went and got a coffee and they treated me like i was something they dug out of their ear. Just put a sign Guirris not welcome! Then i went to use the rest room (for the Poop Du Jour) and the toilet had no seat and no paper. Just one of those days.

So my dear blogees, Lunes is Lunes, on either side of the Atlantic. I leave you now for the cold sterile air of the web as i look for a flat.

This too shall pass. At least the left won the election. The PP and Rajoy would have forced me to live in an attic like Anne Franco!

My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be ok on any other day
- The Police