All forgotton

Friday was hysterical. Poorly pussy old news. Bad back forgotten. My fellow co. worker "idiot?" had a puncture  the angst that entailed took over any problems he thought he already had. In he dashed and I mean dashed "Hi Lynford Christie" I said. The irony of this comment was lost on him. Out he dashed to get his tyre fixed he didn't even bother to say goodbye. All I saw was a fast moving blurr. All I could make out was he was wearing his christmas cardie with the fur trimmed hood. It must be the season to break out the winter wardrobe.