It’s that very special time of year,
full of happiness and festive cheer!
Families unite and give each other gifts,
but who’s around to fill the holiday shifts?
I’ll give you a clue; he’s handsome as can be,
he’s bold, he’s bright, he’s got a clicky knee.
Sadly he’s at work, slaving away,
but on a rate double his normal pay.
So don’t feel bad as you eat your turkey meal,
Quickly while I remember: thank you everyone who has entered the second crossword competition so far! For those of you who haven’t entered then you still have a couple of days to have a go! :)
On with the update!
I was lying in bed last night thinking about what to have for breakfast in the morning. The choice was toast, a banana, yoghurt or cereal. Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep! In the end I had to go on my Facebook page and ask people to tell me boring stories to send me to sleep. I got as far as Francesca who said,
I didn’t go to school today because I had laundry done.
(thanks Francesca!) but it was almost 3am by then so I was still very tired in the morning. If you are still awake here is what happened!
I will sleep well tonight :) Also, in case you were wondering, I had a banana and a cup of tea!
It was slightly sunny yesterday so on my break I bought a sandwich, some miniature cheese biscuits, and a bottle of cola – all for £2.07: I do a good thing where my supervisor says, “You can go on your break now” and I say, “I’ll just finish reducing these sandwiches!” and then it looks like I’m dedicated to working hard AND I get a reduced price sandwich. Anyway, I went to the park and was eating when suddenly I saw this little fellow:
You’re probably thinking, “it’s a pigeon, Peter!” and you’re right – in fact that’s exactly what I thought when I saw him – but have a closer look…
It was a one toed pigeon. It had a stump, and then another stump with a toe sticking out of it. I immediately felt sad because he probably couldn’t understand why he couldn’t perch as well other pigeons so I wrote him this poem:
The picture at the end is him with one of my miniature cheese biscuits I gave him in case the poem didn’t cheer him up enough.
Sorry for not updating in so long; I got ill over the weekend and I didn’t feel up to updating! I am better now though so it is all systems goooo :)
I checked my e-mails and I had over 10! One of favourites was this one from someone called Cherylin – thank you Cherylin! (At this point you should look to the right before reading the paragraph below).
No-one has ever written me a poem before! While it is not explicitly romantic I cannot help but feel it rates very highly on the scale of the most romantic things that have ever happened to me in my life so far :) To find out about THE most romantic thing that has ever happened to me, read the comic below!
Also, if you wouldn’t mind, please share what your most romantic moment is and we can compare them all; it will be really interesting.
(If you’d rather not say your most romantic moment I understand as it could be quite personal).
Please share your similar stories in the comments! :)
Occasionally people come in and if they can’t find something they ask me if I can find it; I am a bit like a guardian! Sometimes I say things like, “I don’t think we sell cuticle removers… there once was a man, long ago now, who used to tell great tales of such things existing within these aisles however no-one but he ever saw them with their own eyes… That man eventually went mad trying to prove himself, he works under the darkness of the storeroom now”.
Then I point to the storeroom.
One day I’d like to do this though…
That would be eggsellent :o) but usually in reality the comic would end about halfway through :(
This isn’t the same old lady as the other comic but it’s hard to draw an old lady with a blue rinse perm who looks different from another old lady who has a blue rinse perm so you will have to imagine they are different people :)
Her basket total was £6.66 and she paid with the EXACT CHANGE.
It was a bit like that bit in Harry Potter where Professor Trelawney goes all weird and predicts the future. I don’t think she was predicting the future though, she was just mistaken most likely. I find it strange that she was once a normal girl who boys probably used to fancy in school at one point. Unless she went to an all girls school in which case maybe one of the girls did. That kind of thing was frowned upon back then though I think. I hope I never end up scary like her. From now on I will add my basket total up as I go along and buy a Freddo Frog or a Curly Wurly or something if it comes to £6.66.
I might make these comics a regular thing if you like them. This happened on Thursday but I only just got around to visualising it for you today. The man didn’t really have a moustache, I just added that because I like them (moustaches). If I could grow enough hair on my face I would have a moustache but I can’t. I think it’s because I don’t have much testosterone in my body, which is a good thing in a way because it also makes you go bald! (I would rather have hair and no moustache than be bald and have a moustache). Anyway here is the comic:
hehe, she was very cross :)
Today my till at work was 5p up. The highest my till has ever been up is 72p. The lowest it’s ever been down is 49p. I don’t think that’s bad going. I always wonder what would happen if it were £20 out. At the beginning of my shift they always say you have £30 in your till but I don’t count it. So if I were a crook supervisor I’d say, “There’s £30 in your till” when really there was £25. Now I’ve picked a deliberately even number so that if it’s down £5 I could say, “Empty your pockets, stickyfingers!” and if they had a £5 note in them I could say, “Hey stickyfingers, care to explain this?” and they’d have to hand it over or lose their job.
I once found £10 on the floor in the shop. I said to my manager at the time that I’d found it and she said, “We’d best keep that out back in case someone comes back for it”. When I came back the next week she said, “O, yeah someone came back for it”. But I don’t believe them. Anyone could walk into a shop and say, “You haven’t found £10 on the floor have you? It was mine you see”. Well you could actually and you’d probably make a good living from it. At my expense.
My name is Peter Peel and I love having a website. 
