Hallelujah!

It has been what seems like years since I last posted, rather than a couple of weeks. And it's great to place my fingers back on the remaining half of the keyboard. Although it's a blog that is read by five people, perhaps, and I don't get the feeling of letting people down when I don't post, I try and imagine that the scenario is quite the opposite and that, in fact, there are a few million people all anticipating the birth of my next post.
In my last post and others prior to that I had used an array of vocabulary choices that had confused my mother amongst others. This, however, will not change anything within the contents of my blog as my incessant use of elongated jargon is me in a nutshell, and thus, I shall create a glossary at the bottom of the post, primarily for Mum.
The last week, for me, has been shall we say... repetitive. One of our suppliers has raised the cost of their items and therefore I have spent the last two weeks changing the prices on all of their items that we sell. I can only describe this experience as dull. Dull is a very tedious word in itself and my Dad, thus, detests it. He also believes that dull is a word that should only been used when describing the weather.
 My Dad is unequivocally a larger (outwards), shorter and slightly more pernickety version of me. This doesn't paint a particularly positive image of him, which is unfair because it's what's in the inside that counts. And if some of his weight diminished he would actually be quite handsome chap. Which makes me sound big-headed because i've just said i'm a mini-him. This was not my intention as any attempt to be pompous with regards to my appearance would be like a pumpkin bragging about its skinny figure to a cucumber.
I would like to gauge an idea into what number of people actually read this, and this has led me to a Eureka moment in which I change the settings on my reactions bar at the foot of the post and make one of my options "read it". If you have read this, could you please select this option and I can therefore gauge accurately the number of people who read the post.
With regards to home-improvements I am struggling to conjure up an idea of what to talk about. And as this is the real subject of the blog I better come up with something whilst I type this very and unecessarily and horrendously and unequivocally and incessantly long sentence.
I could talk about the fact that earlier today I requested to have my job-title changed and have been successful. I am now Public Relations (PR) Officer of AAA Bedz and Furniture! This is instead of Office Junior.
I have also been thinking about the possible re-decoration of my bedroom. But quizzing my mother about the possibility of this is pointless and stupid because I can't be arsed to ship everything out of my room just to give the walls a new lick of paint that i'll probably just as quickly detest. It is currently painted with two walls red and the other two white and is supposed to resemble the colours of my favourite football team, Nottingham Forest. I also have a Nottingham Forest duvet set, lamp, coaster, clock, light, other clock, bag, shirts, jumper, hat, glove (only one that I can find) and various other Forest related paraphernalia.
Well that is all for this week, I nearly typed folks here but I am neither old and I'm not sure if I would be being ambitious by using plural so I shall say nothing other than this uneccesary sentence.
I shalln't be posting next week because I am going skiing next week with school. I may not return. :P
xx

Glossary:

paraphernalia - belongings for particular purpose i.e. drugs paraphernalia

unequivocal - without doubt

incessant - endless

glossary - a selection of words used in the document with their definitions

elongated - long word for long

diminished - loss of -  I think

Eureka - I think someone shouted this in Greece in the bath and then proceeded to get out of the bath and run down the street naked.

xxx

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