Worry ye not. I have indeed been following your posts and have seen for myself that it is all go for you. A day in your life is like a week in my own life, or, in Flo’s case, a month.
Your website has benefited from its spring clean and most definitely gets the DBLW seal of sprucing approval. And it has made me re-consider my own paltry offering which, in any case, these days is little more than a honey trap for those seeking Brazilian ladies.
Today was half-day closing for DBLW and Flo and I partook in a little brainstorming session after locking the front door. After the failure of our student discount scheme and then the poor uptake for the DBLW Summer Internship we needed some fresh ideas. We suspended a pad of A4 paper over a clothes rail to act as flip chart paper, agreed that no idea would be a bad idea, and off we went. Well I could have ground my teeth down to dust; Flo was off the leash metaphorically-speaking coming up with all sorts of ridiculous suggestions, which I had to write down of course, in the spirit of the thing. In the end I had to tell her: “Too blue sky, Flo,” I said. “Take it down a notch or two.”
Everyone here has Election Fever although you might call it Yellow Fever since we all vote Liberal Democrat in this part of the world (I have a picture of Vince Cable in my kitchen). The country is on its knees economically and there’s talk of a double-dip recession and stormy waters ahead but DBLW will not be blown off course.
And other than that, the clocks have gone forward an hour and that’s about all there is to report at the moment.
With much affection,
As you prepare to exercise your franchise on Thursday, I urge you not to go with the West Country flow and vote for the Honiton Honey or whatever it is he calls himself. I accept that you have a lot of sway south of Yeovil and yet I fear that you may be a pawn in the yellow peril’s ill-thought-through bid for power. Some of us, Doris, are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. The Lib Dems, however strung about with yellow ribbons, are none of these. They belong in local government and should not be encouraged to think otherwise. I realize that the style of Shirley Williams is probably a draw for your customer base and that people in your part of the country have a residual affection for the party of Paddy Pantsdown but honestly, if God supported anything other than a two-party system, He would have given us something other than birthdays and Christmas to celebrate. Three of anything (except possibly blind mice or Beverley Sisters) is one too many. When it comes to being hung, only paintings or paramours benefit–parliaments are best left out of it and that’s my final word on the subject.
Anyhow, having got that off my chest, I’ll close for now and be in touch once the results are in.