Thursday, 9 May 2013
Okay so I told you about the white pants, they never fully recovered, I thought they had, but after they'd been ironed, nah. You had to look closely, but you could still see the yellow patches. Last night she comes up for dinner, and she's WEARING the pants, and a bit of a sour face too. Oh HELP, she'd seen the stains and I hadn't even properly decided my plan of action with regards to excuses yet. I decided to just claim stupidity and say sorry. She comes up to me and says; I'll have a gin and tonic please Cary, and a Bloody Mary for Nigel. And then I remembered she has really bad eyesight, OLEH! "To do" list for tomorrow: hide glasses somewhere she'll never find them but not in too outrageous a place so as to think stealthy stewardess did it. Oh, and by the way... no sparkly plankton in my toilet last night, howwww disappointing.
