So Dave has made the headlines for getting caught humming.
Oh the joy. The joy of knowing that there is someone out there with my habit.
Ok – so I don’t have the luxury of a microphone at these times, nor a stage in Downing Street.
But hum I do.
The good news for you Dave is that I can identify with this one.
Bloody hell that must feel good.
I’ve got your back on this one. I know that there are humming times.
Times that can only be approached with a hum.
And not just any old hum either.
It’s been a rough few weeks and whichever side we are on (and there are quite a lot of them), I’m sure you will agree that you’ve had easier times.
But back to this humming thing though, can you believe that I do it too!!
The annoying thing being that I often don’t realise I am doing it. I believe this is how you got caught out. Mine is not a tuneful hum either. It’s the hum to whatever I may be doing at the time. A dull, monotonous hum. A working hum. A hum that drives anyone around me completely insane. Particularly Iron Man.
Can you bloody well believe that ye and me have something in common though?!
There will be others too Dave. People come out of the woodwork at times like this. A bit like when you buy a new car and suddenly every bugger has got one. There must be a name for that.
Talking of names, some interesting ones in the new cabinet. This must be like office gossip at its finest.
Obviously you don’t know me (but I know you) – now that must be kind of weird. It’s less weird if you are on Facebook and Twitter though because you can be friends with people that you don’t really know. You can follow people too.
That’s known as stalking anywhere else but on Twitter, you can fill your boots.
Also, Facebook suggests people you might like to be friends with and I’m just thinking that would probably have been the case for us. Certainly several reasons for an association.
Because I just see more and more things we have in common.
You are of course about to move and that’s a big upheaval.
You probably won’t have had a chance to read about my loft conversion (understandable) but we are about to go through a similar upheaval.
Actually if you do get a chance, can you have a look and see what you think of the bathroom idea.
I’m guessing that you also live in an older style house and I just wondered what your views were on the high flush cistern?
Maybe run it by Sam and whilst you are about it, ask her if she’s finding she is starting to get hot flushes too. We are similar in age.
I could go on, there is a rich vein here.
But what I’d really would love to know though is what you think about the new cabinet appointments. You’ve obviously not always seen eye to eye with Teresa in the past but I’m guessing that you are able to take an objective view. A bit like we all try to.
I know I wouldn’t have wanted to be in her leopard print kitten heel shoes over the last few days.
I don’t suppose she would have wanted to be in ours either.
Boris was a surprise though.
I’ve never really been a fan. Of course I’d never be rude or pass up an opportunity for a photo though. Especially if he’s going to hang out in our area.
And talking of Boris, I hear he is going to have to share a home.
That’s really unfortunate – but do not and I repeat DO NOT let on that we will have a spare room soon.
It won’t work. Not with the snoring. I really need to know that I have your trust on this one.
But anyway, back to the microphone thing.
Most of us you’ll find generally use one for Karaoke rather than for our day to day business. And oh you should see me at Karaoke. Forget the humming – I’d see you off the stage before you could say I’ve had the time of my life.
And talking of having the time of your life, I’m guessing your kids are breaking up soon, like mine.
I suppose you will be around a bit more this summer. I will too. You will be muscling in on the many day trips with Sam and the children to all the local sights and parks. Your picnic hamper will be so used to going out that your bread rolls will be lining up at the door with their coats on.
Believe me when I tell you that you will not want to see another sandwich until Christmas evening. Neither will you ever want to eat Pizza & Chips from a polystyrene plate with a plastic spoon in a canteen ever again.
Oh and don’t forget the 2 for 1 offers on the Rice Krispies. They will certainly save you a few bob.
I’m guessing some of your children are similar in age to my daughter. Tweenage. I find I have to work a bit harder on the entertainment front these days. As in, I’m not very entertaining. Well I am – but just not to The Kid.
Anyhow don’t get too carried away though because that’s probably where the similarity stops.
I mean it’s not all of us that get our ditty turned into a rendition of Shostakovich’s Fifth Symphony on Classic FM is it.
I know this to be true because my sister-in-law told me. She also knows you. And she listens to Classic FM.
What luck you have! Not that I’m jealous or anything.
See you at the park then.
I’ll be humming away.