I’ve noticed that sometimes something happens on this blog of mine. I channel unconscious themes. It happens unconsciously. Without me knowing it.
I’m pretty slow. It can take me a while to identify my unconscious post streaming pattern.
Because of the whole unconscious bit.
And also because my brain cells are as slow as a flea up a gorilla’s arm pit.
If you didn’t think a flea was slow, you should try being one while stuck up a gorilla’s arm pit.
You may have noticed, because I know you’re all smart and highly intelligent beings, that my recent post theme is involves the word ‘work’. Now, I know a while ago I said I was going to try to shake up my blog content, but this post doesn’t count.
Because I’m an unconscious blogging zombie.
And my brain cells are as slow as flea up a gorilla’s arm pit.
Since the theme is work, I would like to walk you through an aspect of tradies you may not know.
Whatever anyone might have told you about tradies, we are among the top most serious, most solemn group of people you will find on the planet.
You may have been told otherwise, but it’s utter fiction.
We wouldn’t be seen dead making a public scene.
We really, really are.
Disclosure: The above photo is a depiction of a flea stuck up a gorilla’s arm pit.
The Girl in Trousers