Back at Work, in this never ending cycle of retail..... sipping a cold coke, searched the entire store for a friggin Landjager, the most important foodstuff for the morning after...... nuttin!
The wind is howling once again, The Moose is pondering if he should behave himself today? He had a flashback from around 01h00 this morning, armed with a beer in the one paw, cordless phone in the other, rambling away to his Uncle in Scotland, glancing up see's HO storming down the hallway, looking like....... well looking like no man should be seeing his wife/partner at 01hoo....... seem to recall her saying/shouting something at me and slamming doors....... Sigh! This age thing...... memories..... /Moose bursts into song , singing Memories from Cats, as the workers on the shop floor stop mopping the floor to stare at their eccentric boss........ "Ooooh! tate Morty is on the piss again!