Positive Reinforcement

As the weekend is rapidly approaching, and my new ingredients for champagne cocktails are burning a hole through the refrigerator door, I wanted to leave you with a small tidbit for weekend rumination as to why the UK is awesome, or conversely, insane.

When we first moved here, I thought my eyes were mistaken or it was some elaborate scam, but no.  If you pay your hydroelectric bill on time (not even early, but on time), you get a prompt payment discount off your next bill.

I kid you not.  And it's available on every bill.  Which means that my first bottle of champagne for aforementioned champagne cocktails is 'free' courtesy of my prompt payment discounts.

Cheers! 

Wife + Girlfriend = Trouble, Shocking

I politely declined after work drinks with my colleagues this evening at the Holiday Inn.  There's something exceedingly depressing to me about choosing to have drinks in a hotel bar, let alone a crummy hotel bar.  Factor in expensive pints at aforementioned crummy hotel bar and it's not my top choice to kickoff my weekend.

Besides, I had a better invitation from a non-work friend to a family barbecue in one of the numerous local parks.  The forwarded invitation read:

"This is a family sausage sizzle so bring the kids / wife / girlfriend.  Remember to bring the wife or the girlfriend, not both, as this has caused problems in the past."

And by the way, this e-mail was written by someone whose e-mail footer 'job' title reads, "all around likable cuss."

Silly goose.