Preshing The Buttonz

Changes are afoot. Professionally, decorationally, relationally, and automotivationally. Also badmintonationally.

I should have been American, with such violent use of the english language. Hmmm.

Professionally?

Well, the company is being sold off to the highest bidder. Or not. Or not the highest bidder, but the best advised. And our ex-CEO is advising such a bidder, He is fondly remembered here, and I hope he doesn't burn any bridges.

Decorationally?

The fireplace has been ripped out, the carpet is coming up, the shelves are being built, the new bookcases are in place.

Relationally?

I lied about that one. No changes there...

Automotivationally?

The Vauxhall Tigra is for sale again. Properly this time...

Badmintationally?

Finally retired from competitive matchplay for Comets, after what can only be described as my worst season ever. So have decided to do it properly on my own terms next season, and go for the jugular at some orbital tournaments. Just for one year.
Hang what my consultant said. I reckon I'll die a whole lot sooner if I don't play sport than if I give it up.

Stroll on my trusty Yonex Carbonex 15/MusclePower77 combo.

(Just in case you are wondering, I finished a cold beer or two before starting todays blog. Just a social experiment you understand)

And yes Flipper. I do need that night out. I need a couple more beers to wash down what Ive got on my plate right now...

Shlergei. Ooops. Hic.