Saturday, 31 August 2013
Sunday, 25 August 2013
House Guest
It has been a hectic weekend. Our friends asked us to dog-sit their Cocker-doodle dog (apparently a cross between a Cocker Spaniel and a Poodle) which looks like a miniature sheep.I say a miniature sheep, but it differs in one critical way - you cannot tell which end is which. The Cocker-doodle is called Betty because her owners thought this was an improvement on its original name - Dolly, (clearly not dog-lovers!).
With mixed emotions we handed Betty-blog back to its owners this morning and have been finding dog biscuits all over the house since.
With mixed emotions we handed Betty-blog back to its owners this morning and have been finding dog biscuits all over the house since.
Saturday, 10 August 2013
Eyesight fades with years
Mate Blog-David, aka Dr Computer, was around for a coffee this afternoon. He specialises in fixing PCs and Laptops and has worked resuscitation miracles with Mrs Blog's laptop (which she keeps in the kitchen).
Whilst here he popped his empty coffee cup on the work surface in the kitchen and told me,
"That one is beyond repair!"
"What?!" said I. Then noticed he was looking at the Breville toaster.
Whilst here he popped his empty coffee cup on the work surface in the kitchen and told me,
"That one is beyond repair!"
"What?!" said I. Then noticed he was looking at the Breville toaster.
Time-keeping
One of Son-Blog's close friends is off to University in Fort William.
As a birthday present Son-Blog bought him a mobile phone. This was a well thought-out present because said mate, who should remain anonymous (so as not upset Daniel's mother), broke his old phone and has struggled to keep in touch with his mates.
This gift allows him to resume contact and phone and text again, which to be fair he is pretty rubbish at, even when he has a functioning phone.Yesterday as he left the house having just received the gift, Son-Blog said, "Remember (anonymous) Daniel, no excuses for not staying in touch!"
"Yep" said anonymous-Daniel.
Two minutes later there was a knock on the front door.
"Hi, I think I left my new phone here!" said anonymous-fail-Daniel.
As a birthday present Son-Blog bought him a mobile phone. This was a well thought-out present because said mate, who should remain anonymous (so as not upset Daniel's mother), broke his old phone and has struggled to keep in touch with his mates.
This gift allows him to resume contact and phone and text again, which to be fair he is pretty rubbish at, even when he has a functioning phone.Yesterday as he left the house having just received the gift, Son-Blog said, "Remember (anonymous) Daniel, no excuses for not staying in touch!"
"Yep" said anonymous-Daniel.
Two minutes later there was a knock on the front door.
"Hi, I think I left my new phone here!" said anonymous-fail-Daniel.
Friday, 9 August 2013
Misspelling
A short while ago I posted a blog with the following lines in it...
...just a minute or two ago I heard Mrs Blog shout the following
"Bu66er off!"
"Bu66er off or I will kill you!"
"Just bu66er off!!"
She raised her voice and added
"That is it you are going to die!!!"
Given that only myself and Mrs Blog are in the house this evening I was more than a little concerned. Then I remembered that I am three stone heavier, five inches taller and fitter than Mrs Blog. I plucked up the courage to peer into the kitchen (which Mrs Blog loves) and saw her trying to swat a fly.
Only one person spotted the error in the original post (now corrected) which actually read....
Then I remembered that I am three stone heavier, five inches taller and fitter than Mrs Blog. I plucked up the courage to pee into the kitchen (which Mrs Blog loves) and saw her trying to swat a fly.
Oops!
...just a minute or two ago I heard Mrs Blog shout the following
"Bu66er off!"
"Bu66er off or I will kill you!"
"Just bu66er off!!"
She raised her voice and added
"That is it you are going to die!!!"
Given that only myself and Mrs Blog are in the house this evening I was more than a little concerned. Then I remembered that I am three stone heavier, five inches taller and fitter than Mrs Blog. I plucked up the courage to peer into the kitchen (which Mrs Blog loves) and saw her trying to swat a fly.
Only one person spotted the error in the original post (now corrected) which actually read....
Then I remembered that I am three stone heavier, five inches taller and fitter than Mrs Blog. I plucked up the courage to pee into the kitchen (which Mrs Blog loves) and saw her trying to swat a fly.
Oops!
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
Mrs Blog is away
Mrs Blog is down South with the Sussex Blogs this week, leaving myself and Son-Blog to fend for ourselves.
All the meals were meticulously planned out for the week ahead by Mrs Blog. There were chicken lattices, fish, black puddings, bacon , bread, eggs you name it crammed into the fridge and freezer. So it was a surprise when I went to the fridge/freezer this morning and found next to nothing in it!
Knowing that I was not the culprit and knowing that Son-Blogs mates have not been around, I figured I should point the finger of blame at Son-Blog.
He 'fessed up straight away, "Yes it was me he said".
"You must have been eating double portions," i said.
"No," he replied defensively, "I eat four-man portions!"
All the meals were meticulously planned out for the week ahead by Mrs Blog. There were chicken lattices, fish, black puddings, bacon , bread, eggs you name it crammed into the fridge and freezer. So it was a surprise when I went to the fridge/freezer this morning and found next to nothing in it!
Knowing that I was not the culprit and knowing that Son-Blogs mates have not been around, I figured I should point the finger of blame at Son-Blog.
He 'fessed up straight away, "Yes it was me he said".
"You must have been eating double portions," i said.
"No," he replied defensively, "I eat four-man portions!"
Saturday, 3 August 2013
Been a bit quiet
Not sure if it is the summer or a lack of creative thinking or a lack of things happening in the Blog-world, but there has not been much to blog about lately.
It is so bad that I feel compelled to blog so that regular readers do not give up. All I can think of to write about is that this morning, when I had finished shaving and getting ready, I noticed a spot of white on my forehead. At first I thought it was a newly sprouted hair teasing me about my age but no - it was a spot of toothpaste!
Life can be dull sometimes.
It is so bad that I feel compelled to blog so that regular readers do not give up. All I can think of to write about is that this morning, when I had finished shaving and getting ready, I noticed a spot of white on my forehead. At first I thought it was a newly sprouted hair teasing me about my age but no - it was a spot of toothpaste!
Life can be dull sometimes.
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