My day yesterday began with work at 9am - all as normal. Howie turned up at 9:30am-ish, early in preparation for his important and exciting Westfield meeting (in the boardroom!) at 10am. So he left at about 9:50 I guess. He did have time to comment on me looking posh :p
Anyway. He came back later in the morning, very excited about his Westfield experience. I was glad. He was glad to hear steve and ki both comment on my outfit as well. He then hit me on the head a few times with his new bob the builder spoon - ow.
Then we had to go shopping a little while later - me to do banking, and him to get a key cut by Pete the Pom. We decided to also do some café shopping - at Woolies, of course, because we didn't want to argue about whose fly buys card to use at Coles. Better that we both lose apparently. So we went to woolies, and decided to buy lots of cans of drink coz they were on special. So we got a trolley. Howie said he would push it around Woolies, but I had to push it to the café. Shame it was one of those dodgy wheeled trolleys, you know the ones that have their own mind. Anyway, I broke one of the drink boxes as I put it into the trolley - that was funny, in an embarrassing way. So we laughed. Then we bought the stuff (howie's money), and pushed the trolley back to the café - not an easy journey, no thanks to a particular gentleman, who thinks trying to push the trolley backwards while on the walking escalator is funny. Ha ha I say. And having that kind of 'help' all the way back to the café. Joy.
Once at the café, I guarded the trolley while howie opened up. But he mixed up his security code, and so off the alarm went. He'd never set it off before. It's a very loud alarm. Oh boy. So I blocked my ears and laughed, supportively!, as he tried repeatedly to enter his code. He was almost right, apparently mixing up the last two numbers. It took him about two minutes to figure it out. Now that was funny! I don't think he could hear very well for a while after that. We both needed a drink, so got a sunkist out of the fridge before 'returning' the dodgy trolley, and heading back to the office.
After some more work, we had café, which was a lot of fun, not necessarily because of Howie, but not not because of him. Nah, you're good value Howie.
And that's my story. I guess you had to be there.