Last night, mate-blog-David complained that I haven't been putting up many of my works of art lately...
Friday 31 October 2014
Best pun of the year!
Last week Mrs Blog was making a salad for our tea, the usual mixed leaves with a dressing. Suddenly she had inspiration!
"Would you like Greek cheese on your salad?" she asked.
"No thanks," I replied optimistically.
"Well. it's too late, you're having it anyway!"
"Ah, a Fetaccompli!"
"Would you like Greek cheese on your salad?" she asked.
"No thanks," I replied optimistically.
"Well. it's too late, you're having it anyway!"
"Ah, a Fetaccompli!"
Monday 27 October 2014
Stylist found
In a recent post click here to read I explained about a style problem at the local tip. Yesterday I was at the very same tip when I heard the following...
"Hey, you've dressed up. Is that so people won't think you work here?"
It seems mate-blog read the blog!
"Hey, you've dressed up. Is that so people won't think you work here?"
It seems mate-blog read the blog!
Saturday 25 October 2014
Monday 13 October 2014
Murder and mystery
Saturday night found me and Mrs Blog out for the night in Edinburgh on a murder mystery tour.
I cannot confess to being enthusiastically expectant before the event. In the end, the evening involved a man who looked and sounded like Charlie Drake, making up parts of stories about murders in Edinburgh, whilst campaigning for a Yes vote in the referendum after the event, and claiming that the speculum owes its existence to the witchcraft trials of the 16th century.
We know how to have a night out!!
I cannot confess to being enthusiastically expectant before the event. In the end, the evening involved a man who looked and sounded like Charlie Drake, making up parts of stories about murders in Edinburgh, whilst campaigning for a Yes vote in the referendum after the event, and claiming that the speculum owes its existence to the witchcraft trials of the 16th century.
We know how to have a night out!!
Saturday 11 October 2014
Stylist needed!
It is that time of the year when the leaves need to be dealt with. I packed the car up with five bags of the damn things and a shamefully large collection of empty wine bottles and headed to the local recycling centre.
It was one of those mornings when the sun burns off the early morning mist and promises a fine afternoon. To add to the mood enhancing qualities of the weather, I found that I had the tip to myself! As I was dispensing with the last bag when the bubble cruelly burst,
"Where do electrical good go?" asked a man who had just arrived.
"Well, it used to be over there!" I offered, being helpful.
"Oh, sorry! I thought you worked here!" said the man.
This afternoon will be spent clothes shopping.
It was one of those mornings when the sun burns off the early morning mist and promises a fine afternoon. To add to the mood enhancing qualities of the weather, I found that I had the tip to myself! As I was dispensing with the last bag when the bubble cruelly burst,
"Where do electrical good go?" asked a man who had just arrived.
"Well, it used to be over there!" I offered, being helpful.
"Oh, sorry! I thought you worked here!" said the man.
This afternoon will be spent clothes shopping.
Sunday 5 October 2014
Farewell Flustered
Two weeks ago we palmed our three chickens, (Custard, Mustard and Flustered) off to the farmer from whom we bought them. We were in need of a holiday and so were they.
When we returned and went to retrieve them we brought back only Custard and Mustard. Flustered, who had been pecked by the other two and looked like a vulture from Jungle Book...did not return.
Before you shed a tear, Flustered is alive and well. It turns out the Flustered is not a "she-chicken" but a "he-chicken" and as such would make a right royal racket every morning. If we kept him, we could expect dawn raids from the community police and neighbourhood watch.
Flustered was last seen in a coop with eight she-chickens winking at us!
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Wednesday 1 October 2014
More aging problems
As mentioned in the last post I have been suffering with signs of middle age,
Whilst on holiday in France last week my hearing was called in to question twice in a single afternoon trying to work out what Mrs Blog had just said.
"Oh look human cheese!" she exclaimed in an outdoor market. Stunned and with my mind racing at the possibility I turned to see and discovered it was in fact cumin cheese.
Later the same day she remarked, "look lovely autistic postcards!" The town we were staying in is famous as a home to Matisse so I should have worked out she meant "artistic postcards".
There is no hope :-(
Whilst on holiday in France last week my hearing was called in to question twice in a single afternoon trying to work out what Mrs Blog had just said.
"Oh look human cheese!" she exclaimed in an outdoor market. Stunned and with my mind racing at the possibility I turned to see and discovered it was in fact cumin cheese.
Later the same day she remarked, "look lovely autistic postcards!" The town we were staying in is famous as a home to Matisse so I should have worked out she meant "artistic postcards".
There is no hope :-(
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