Pot of Gold

My wage packet for May is the largest I’ve ever received. Working those extra hours over Bank Holiday weekend made a massive difference, and I’m now deciding how best to splurge. There is a small, sensible part of me that suggests putting it aside for rent and bills, in case I take up Laurel and Hardy on their offer of co-habitation, but mostly I’m looking for treats and toys. I’ve been online and started compiling a wish list. So far I’ve found a mobile phone, games console, flat-screen TV, box sets of at least ten different series on DVD, a George Foreman grill for my bedroom and a hot tub. My eyes may be bigger than my pocket I think.. I may make do with a new pair of trainers and an atlas.
The decision on whether to move or not is still up in the air. I’ve been to see the room, and it’s tiny. Here I have free reign as Hannah is normally at work or in the arms of some Neanderthal slug, so I can do as I please. There, I’d be sharing with a pot-addicted Star Trek fanatic, and a Phillip Schofield look-a-like with acne, both of whom live on pizza and both of whom only wash once a fortnight. So do I follow the words of the great Kylie: “It’s better the devil you know.” Or do I heed the advice of Sheryl Crow: “A change would do you good”??
I shall look at photos of both on NudeCelebs.com before making my final decision.

RC 1-6-09
0850 BST