Wednesday's (Sue) Gray...

[octophone]

Good morning.

Bit sleepy, still. No managers in tho'. Yaas.

 

[ButterTart]

When is Sugar Ray releasing her Boris-ripper of a report?

 

[Kate]

FUMMIN. Flat viewing with 20 minutes notice this morning and I am HUNGOVER. Managed to hide my vibrator but they obviously didn't mind my pants and sports bra drying on the airer and unhoovered carpet, because apparently they're going to make an offer.

 

[Lucille]

They probably assumed the deliciously skiddy knicks were included

 

[Lucille]

See you down the PALM TREE, watch out for the DOGS.

 

[Kate]

My Mile End pad is no longer on the market so the dogs will have to go hungry

 

[Kate]

There's one I want in Camden now. Eaten by CYBER GOTHS instead.

 

[Lucille]

Hello to ALL the recruitment consultants who ignored me or didn’t respond to my messages last year now getting in touch.

 

[lolly]

OMG.

 

[Lucille]

Speaking of the job hunt

 

[Diddy]

Speaking of the job hunt

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Do it!

 

[RJN]

Speaking of the job hunt

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The to be an office assistant. Interesting

 

[Indie]

Such a jolly caseworker

 

[Kate]

GET THE OCTOPUS

 

[big ron]

I do feel like moopy needs a direct line to Ms Thornberry

 

[ButterTart]

My tinnitus has just gone fucking mental. It's usually a background irritant but for some reason it's going off like a fucking rape alarm just now.

 

[Indie]

Well thanks for that, you've just made me notice mine.

 

[ZenGiraffe]

and mine

 

[ButterTart]

What's important is we're now all suffering together.