Thanks for popping in!
Had to come home early. Just not feeling myself, so to speak.
Spoke to Rosie. She’s the same.
As is Paul, who had the day off,
and Jayne, not in today,
or Lisa, not in today.
And Maria has been cream-crackered all week, like me!
In fact, the whole NEC team is still pretty second hand.
It sort of creeps up on you, the exhaustion. Very strange.
I felt better on Monday!!!!
And you wonder why we have stepped back from the retail shows! The 4-day ones are the killers. Ah well.
For better or for worse, we have signed up for the March NEC,
so put it in your diary! We should be back on track by then….
But I must tell you about the free make & takes we were running.
Well, Rosie did them all except a couple, which I did….
and oh boy ! Did I get the group to remember!
There’s always one.
Here they are, lovely lovely lovely…
complete with man.
Doesn’t he remind you of Peter Kay?
So imagine it WAS Peter Kay. It might as well have been.
In fact, maybe it was !!!
He certainly had his northern twang!
I kid you not. This Peter – and his name IS Peter –
had me in fits. You know the acronym ROFPMSL?
(Rolled On Floor, Pissed Myself Laughing)
Yep to both.
It all started when we got to the perforating part of the project. He was done faster than the ladies, and was sitting at the front too,
so I stupidly thought I’d get him started on the perforating.
“Right, Pete. I find it helps if you wipe your tool with a tumble dryer sheet before you start.”
He looked at me with that kind of Peter Kay, raised eye-brow nod thing, and this is what I got back –
“I could go for a girl like you.”
Well, that was it. Everything I said, he heard what I hadn’t said!
Or had actually!
“Don’t press so hard”
“Hold the tool upright”
“Rub it gently”
It went on. And on. And on.
And I lost it.
Fortunately, the other ladies were good sports,
and his girlfriend was howling like me.
See the lady in the pic here?
That’s not her! Anita was sitting opposite.
At one point, when it got really near the knuckle, I said,
“honestly, all we need on this table is the Vicar’s wife!”
Now I can’t remember exactly what the lineage was, but it went something like this:
“How about the Vicar’s son’s wife? Will I do?”
Of all the gin joints in Birmingham,
we had Peter Kay and the Vicar’s son’s wife!
More hilarity with Clarity.
But I kid you not. He was such a smashing fella.
One liners and cheeky glances just floored me.
Rosie will never know what she missed.
And I haven’t laughed like that in a long, long time.
So thanks, Pete.
OM MY GOD. I think it WAS him!!
If this doesn’t set you up for the weekend,
I love this bloke.
And I met him. I blimming did!
He’s a groover!!!!!
He’s a groover!!!!!
Love & Hugs,