I Never Could Get the Hang of Thursday

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Why is it that whenever you are smartly dressed and on top of things nothing happens and no one calls but heaven forefend you are toasting hot cross buns for breakfast, barefoot in your shift and the doorbell sounds?
It was a Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays which was the reason I was late toasting the hot cross buns. But it was still early for visitors. My shift has seen better days, being washed so often that it is becoming see-through. Not a pretty sight at any time, especially when you reach my age.
The dog was going daft so there was nothing for it but to turn off the grill, throw on my dressing gown, fold my arms up and under the bosom, (à la Les Dawson) and open the door.
It turned out to be a very nice young man who wanted to know if I wanted the broken washing machine shifted from my drive. Yes please.
Would I move my car so he could get through? Not a problem.
Women didn’t wear underdrawers in the 17th century. It’s pretty draughty, let me tell you.
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I am enjoying my retirement by writing. My favourite genres are science fiction and horror and I have have had some success with my short stories. I began reading Ray Bradbury while still at school and became besotted with Dr Who from the first moment I watched the programme back in November 1963. Each incarnation is my favourite until the next one but I have to admit to preferring Matt Smith's version to any other. My specialist subject on Mastermind would most likely be 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'.

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