Thursday, November 30

Failure Already

My first day as a reclusive, Orchid-wearing yokel has consisted of. Well. Absolutely nothing you would associate with being a reclusive, Orchid-wearing yokel.

I organised some pictures on the computer though.

Yeah. And read some more of About Schmidt (which is a wonderful book, and nothing like the film).

I'll go away now and think about what I (haven't) done.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Firstly, are you wearing an orchid in your hair? If so, you are half way there :)

Secondly, you're Wondy, you can redefine what it means to be a reclusive yokel all you like! xx

wondy woman said...

Actually, there are Orchids outside ourcabin but I feel like a murderess picking them - so I might have to buy a fake one!

I'm so cool, living life on the edge, huh?

Sod, it - let's redefine what it means to be a reclusive (fake) Orchid-wearing yokel!

Can I start smoking a pipe?

wondy woman said...

I imagine that recluses eat a lot of sardines for lunch. Sardines and hardboiled eggs.