Austen said he might not be at Training on Thursday as he might be in Chicago.
In Chicago, mmmmmm.
I thought that casting Austen as lead in the West End musical and having him dance around the stage in a tight dress and wig singing 'all that jazz' was plain madness. I mean putting Austen up there doing 'jazz hands' is not a good mental image. I'm pulling faces just writing this.
"No Chicago the city!"he said.
"Oh the Windy City......you'll be right at home there!" Said I, making reference to his smelly tummy squeakers he lets off at the Station.
Sadly he's not going now, which means that the night of care and maintenance (i.e. taking care of a few packets of biscuits and maintaining our body mass index) is off. Instead we will probably be out in the dark and cold + rain no doubt freezing our bits off. I love this volunteering lark.
Meanwhile Ian will no doubt be luxuriating by having a hot stones massage and spa evening with a hot chocolate and marshmallows in the warm at his holiday retreat.
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