Think... Ink... Nudge, nudge, wink, wink

I had a very clear head at work today. Maybe I needed yesterdays weirdness to wake me up, or something. Or maybe I’m just starting to realise that there is actually a pretty good chance that one way or another I won’t be working there much longer, and after countless months of dealing with unhappiness and threatening to do something about it, I might actually be about to do something about it!
My word, but this life we lead is a funny old thing.

Anyway, on a less insane-sounding subject - there is a tattoo parlour in Norwich that are offering quite cheap removals as they want to try out some new machinery. I am very tempted to give them a call. I love having my beloved’s name emblazoned on my body, but it’s not her name is it? It’s someone else’s name that sounds the same but is spelt slightly differently. I think I’ll pop in and see them before work one day. No harm in finding out what’s involved is there? Can’t be any more awkward and painful than having the bloody thing done in the first place can it?
While I’m there I might ask why it’s called a tattoo ‘parlour’

I overheard a gorgeous unintentional double-entendre earlier:
Man in Aisle 4: “SARAH, SHALL I GET SOME STUFF FOR A BARBECUE?”
Woman 20 feet away: “NAH, KEV, NOT TONIGHT - I’M WORKING. WHEN YOU GIVE ME TOO MUCH MEAT I FIND IT HARD TO CONCENTRATE”
Childish, I know, but a very nice distraction….

RC 24-6-14