|Not me or Shelley, the machine.|
Today it was the telephone.
I checked all the plugs, et cetera, but no luck. Failed again.
I spoke to some nice chap who might have been in India. He said someone was on the job but I'd have to be home tomorrow in case he needs to call.
Knowing my luck, I'll get a ring from a school and will have to turn it down - not good form for a reliever. It costs $139 if the fault is not at their end. Whoever put together the Universe I'll be pissed off if a school calls. At the moment I'm between jobs* and I need to start turning a buck or two.
Yes, there is the pension kicking in in about four weeks.
I've got money on the fridge going next - well, it has been playing up for a while.
Well, it could always be worse. Sorry to moan and not give you a story like John and Herman sit on the couch or The Temperature Machine.
I guess even a bass update would have been more fun - and I have a few lined up.
Anyway, I'll get on with that story about John and Herman.
* if I don't make it as a musician in these Autumn years my next real job could be cleaning the sewerage system in Heaven