By: Blonde Two
I got my wage slip today. Not unusual, you might think, apart from the fact that the numbers on this one were a lot smaller than those on the previous one.
There is a good reason for this; in a moment of Blonde wisdom sometime before Christmas, I decided to reduce my “day-job” hours so that I can spend more time working on our “Jobby”.
This is a happy decision in many ways but, if things don’t go to plan, there may come a time when I have to consider alternative avenues to pay for my Jelly Babies. I have come up with a few ideas but have yet to discuss them with Blonde One. See what you think:
Two Blondes Forking (eating – yes, gardening – no).
Two Blondes Stalking (exciting but not lucrative).
Two Blondes Corking (fun but a bit drunken).
Two Blondes Dorking (we could never do that).
Two Blondes P………… (maybe not!)
Two Blondes Talking!
I think we have found Plan B! Or was that Plan C, Plan D, or maybe even Plan E!?!
Hee. Love the piccie! Think you might do better to stick to W—–.
“Guided tours Incorporated?”
“Visit the hot springs of Dartmoor?” (Well all that mist must come from somewhere.)
“Climb the vertical walls of the tors expedition” (Dartmoor’s answer to Yosemite.)
A very comely hairdresser once asked me if I cared to act as her male model in an upcoming competition for stylists. Went on and on about my mop. I was feeling somewhat adrogynous at the time and turned her down. But how about you adopting that as Plan Z? A very passive occupation to which you would be manor-born; you’d probably be able to pursue Plan Zb (novel writing) at the same time.