Curiouser and curiouser

This has been an odd week, even by my standards. Something I don’t believe in must be moving in mysterious ways.
Firstly, I told Caspar and Pollox at work that I wouldn’t be moving in with them. I agonised for days over how to break the news without hurting them, and steeled myself as I approached them in the canteen. I managed to choke out the words, only to be greeted with “Oh that’s alright, I’ve already given the spare room to my brother.”
So what the hell happened to wanting a lodger from the same shift at work?
“Yeah well – he’s family,” said the ugly one, “bloods thicker than snot, innit?” Yes my friend and so are you, I thought.
The next night I was asked to apply for a promotion. That, like a sperm whale breaching unexpectedly, came out of the blue. Someone I only met once called Samantha is off to work at a cattery, so the title ‘Deputy Manager of Overnight Dairy Replenishment’ is up for grabs. Dave, my manager, has suggested I apply. I’ve asked for time to think about it..
Karl from the warehouse came over today to erect my new bike. It took him ninety minutes to get it all put together; it took me a further three hours to get him out of the house. He was a pain in the arse, and is obviously very lonely. Mind you, the bike looks great. Now I just need the motivation to ride it.

RC 11-6-09
2138 BST