Fifteen years ago I sat in the bedroom of my Best friends older sister.
My best friend, Josephine was wearing her sisters white debut ball-gown and had a pillow case on her head..
I was next to her - in one of her mum's "nice" outfits - a cornflour blue dress worn to a wedding ten years before..
If we got caught at this point - we'd be dead.
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
The irrelevent bit of this comment is: I just looked back in my Archive (who's bored at work? Me Me Me!!!) and found a comment from you saying something about funny workplace stories like 'having a customer called Mr Death.' Well, seriously, we had a customer called Mr Death WHO DIED! (Secretary No2 and I have trouble not laughing about it.) His son (also Mr Death) spared no cost in making sure we knew it was pronounced "DEETH". Poor fellow.
Just an aside!
Reply
Leave a comment