I have no hangover, havent had a drink since the abc derby do.
*looks angelic*
My replacement mobile phone arrived, and they mistakenly replaced all the accessories too... bluetooth and charger etc. Eejits.
Went sword fenching with Prince Rupert of Brunswick first thing...then did a spot of hang gliding over the Canadian Rockies mid morning...came home to find that Paris Hilton wants me to appear in her next video and has offered me a squillion bucks...and i also won the european Lottery again for the fifth time this year ...which was nice.
then i had beans on toast and a mug of tea.
oooooh i forgot i bought a webcam yesterday, aren't they ace?
Sorry if this is too boring.
Gonna have to go to bed. This job is doing me in. Anyone got a job for me? I can touch type, play fantastic two-balley against the side of the house and I read a good bedtime story.
Saw a programme on tv recently which showed a man who had been obsessed with pleasuring himself and eventually he couldn't get a hard on when he most needed to. I do hope this happens to you Alum, wouldn't want you doing anything that was going to cause your genes to be passed on any further than the cess pit they now occupy.
I don't know about the chem set Flashy, but i could do with a long brake from my little miss know it all daughter.
She is so bloody stubborn! She is driving me up the frigging wall.
I toled her that we would make a surprise pumpkin soup that I'm toled will taste real good.
"No dad", She say'd. "I want to make a pumpkin pie!
"No! We will make some very tasty soup! (Or words to that effect!).
She sulked..and sulked...and sulked.
I gave in after a long and painful day of sulking and dragging her feet around town.
Then she read the print out from Liana's post.
"IT SMELLS VILE"
Now she thinks its great and wants to make it so she can groze out her friends on halloween.
Go Figure!
Made Liana's pumpkin soup - was indeed gorgeous.
Many thanks for the recipe - wasn't quite sure what to do with the pumpkin bought in a fit of enthusiasm and adventure over a week ago...
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*Will get daughter to do pumpkin chopping*.
This is not mundane, "Well not for me any way", but I'm so excited with what my treacher hunt turned up to day. I Fund:
A post card, no date but with penny stamp, of the room Charles Dickens was born in. Feb, 7th 1812. "Will date it properly tomorrow".
An Original, (not a copy) 1st Plate Pen and Ink illustration, produced for The Pickwick Papers, by F.W. Pailthorse.
An illustrated 8 - page pamphlet, with quotes from Dickens re the period when he was 10 years old and his father 'John', was taken from his home in 1822 to the Marshalsea Prison for debts.
And. "The Grand Prices", A 8X6 original painting of Dickens that was originally owned by Buchanan and Co,, Ltd. Scotch Whiskey Distillers.
Brill!
I left my slippers in the bedroom and got cold feet on the bathroom tiles.
I'm getting my exhaust fixed at 12.30 *Risks accusation of sensationalism*
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I've ironed three shirts; drank three cups of coffee (possible connection??); worked on three edit jobs; now i'm watching Larry King's interview show (not all things come in three's).
Then it will be shower time and off to the kebab place for main meal of the day.
*quivers with excitement*
I learned today that America was originally called Codfishland, a name I think they should revert to, in order to better strike fear in the hearts of terrorists - how on earth could anyone battle against truth, justice and the Codfishland way.
I also learned that way before South America was discovered, the Irish had myths of a country called Brasil that was full of gold and beautiful palaces that only rose up from the water every seven years - so it's quite nice that there was a name waiting for Brazil hundreds of years before anyone found it...
Slightly more mundanely, I am eating some Dairylea lunchables and typing a statement about a nutcase.
Just put the jam tarts box in the paper recycle bin (yeah, we've all got one in Sheffield!), and done half of yesterday's washing up, given William a dose of inhaler and e-mailed a job ad. to girlfriend.
This time yesterday I was in a fabulous art exhibition of drawings by famous folks housed in the Millenium Galleries, browsing with no kids in tow, followed by magnificent Chinese buffet lunch (as much as you can eat).
Talk about one extreme to the other.
i have just had some peanut butter and banana on toast and we are soon going to go to the dog home.
when i got back from work i noticed bert had set off the dishwasher ... which was nice.
i think it's fish for tea
(i love this thread ... cheers tartin. m)
done a load of washing and arranged a visit by my new dogsitters.
They're coming round at 3 to meet 'the boys' and hopefully get well enough aquainted to survive their next meeting when I'll be off to tenerife (tomorrow)
booked some golf and a little scuba on line for next week.
put a little savlon on my arse, it's stinging for some reason even though my farmers haven't returned.
(Well you asked)
now I'm off to chop some logs (actual wooden ones, I'm off that subject now) for my dogsitters next week and tidy the house.
I'm barely functional, having only had 4hrs sleep. I'm still ill, miserable and way behind on all the things I'm supposed to do. But i don't care at this moment in time, the bills can go stuff themselves and if that telephone rings one more time, i swearer i will hit it with a F*%$£*^$ hammer!!!.
*Need more Tea*
My bruises are very impressive, Missi. He got the mistaken idea that I can't fight, and when I told him I could, we decided to have a bit of a spar, which turned into a half-hour boxing match. Is shameful really, a lawyer and a copper fighting at 3 in the morning.
Honours fairly even I think, though he's a big chap and would have taken me if it had been a fight with real malice in it.
Just realized from Andrew's post the origin of the phrase : One Nation Under Cod. oh...and...Cod Bless America.. So you see, Bush is not a religious nut, he's a fisherman with a speech impediment.
...or maybe not.
Just got back from checking my mailbox. One useless advert, instantly thrown away. One list of telephone calls made last month. Total of five. Calls this is, not lists.
Yes, it's always a mistake to make assumptions about another's ability or willingness to trade blows. In my case though it's been a boon, I always appear to be up for a brawl and my deep gruff voice helps convince most of that, but in reality I hate and detest any kind of violence and will run away as fast as my arthritic legs will allow. Several times in my life my 'appearance' has forestalled physical combat, most probably saving me from a bloody good-hiding.
i haven't been in a fight for years...in fact the last one was on my 25th birthday...at a house party in west brompton, 14 years ago...i came back to the main room from a loo trip, to find two mates having a scuffle with a bloke i didn't know, i asked what was going on, he lost interest in them and grabbed me by the throat, instinct kicked in, and i executed the perfect head butt, and he was down, no idea why i did it, apart from self preservation....
he eventually got up, but couldn't remember who had butted him...and we left shortly afterwards...
Liana. Pipa, 'my argumentative little bratty', Say's thumbs up to the smelly goup.
'Thats what she renamed it for the benefit of her friends'. Taste grate and we had enough pumpking left oner for a pie tomorrow.
*Cooking to be under my daughters instruction of course*
i just put some de-scaler down the bog having forgot that i'd poured a load of bleach down there earlier and the resultant fumes made my eyes go dry and gave me a cracking headache!
we have fixed a fence and half hung a gate ... movements towards making the garden dog escape proof ...
bert's been drilling ... wasnt getting on too well and then handy steve from next door popped round and helpfully pointed out bert had drill in reverse ...
Just had a visit from the local bobby who wants me to go do some community work. (But I havent done anything wrong and might get paid for this).
Bought three pumpkins and some paint called "melting chocolate" to do the hearth wall in. I realise that it is trendy to paint a feature wall this season, but I dont care for trends. The reason is because I wanted to change the painting over the fire, and when I removed it, the cream wall had a mucky grey rectangle where the old painting was. Painting one wall dark saves me having to repaint four cream. Lazy cow.
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