I went to a business networking event today. I know
what you’re thinking. Since when was being a house husband a business. Well it
isn’t, but I am considering re-launching a health and nutrition sideline from a
couple of years ago. Now the people at this event are perfectly nice and
friendly, and the free lunch - to be honest a key attraction for me - was good,
but I really don’t like networking. I can do it but I’d rather not, though it
does seem to make the business world go around. The guests were allowed to get
their lunch first, which seemed polite. However there was a fixed amount of
food there, and so being at the front I was conscious of not wanting to take
too much and have others miss out. As it turned out, the people at the back of
the line were able to take a lot more as there was plenty left for them. So
what seemed like, and was good manners, in letting the guests go first, meant I
actually got less to eat than I would have liked. Some reverse psychology at
play possibly.
In the afternoon I was back delivering Electoral
Register letters, and singing along to 70’s music on the radio, which prompted
some strange looks on the street. Who knew there were so many great songs in
that decade? After I’ve been out for a couple of hours my shin starts to hurt.
I’m not sure if it’s the constant banging up and down on pavements or because i
got kicked there on Monday at football. Suffice to say I get zero sympathy at
home.
In the evening we pop round to see the folks as it is
the old fellow’s birthday, and given the events of earlier this year it’s a
milestone we’re glad that he made. A cup of tea and a large lump of gooey
chocolate cake, are followed by photos of me and my brother as children. This
draws much hilarity from the teenagers and Mrs P, for whilst the 70’s produced
great music, it really was the decade that fashion forgot.
Yours glam rocking.
Jay
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