Day of failures

Today was a particularly bad day in the blog household.

Mrs Blog had a filling.

Mr Blog went to the gym and ran on the treadmill for several minutes before realising that his shorts were inside out. (The flapping pockets and waist tapes should have been a warning).

Finally on a Skype call with son-blog (currently studying at St Andrews University, a leading educational establishment), he asked if Swansea was in Yorkshire! What is he studying? Geography!!

Mistaken Identity

Today I received an email from Pinterest - the app that lets you post pictures.

It told me that I had a "twin". Apparently when someone else "pins" several pictures which you have "pinned" they match you up. The email told me to click on the button to find out whom they had unearthed. "Son-blog, daughter-blog or Mrs Blog" I thought. But no!

My twin is a leather bag shop!

Poo problems

Just been out to bring in the washing before it rains. (Living in Scotland, bringing in the washing can keep you pretty fit so I am hopeful for a gold letterbox before long).

As regulars will know I had a gannet-poo problem a week or two ago. Today it was the turn of a garden bird. I cannot say what type of bird but, based on the evidence it wasn't a crow or probably a pigeon. My money is on the sparrow which has been displaying attitude all summer (after all we know they take out Robins with archery sets).

In a moment of irony it had chosen to poo only on my pants making it essential that I tell Mrs Blog asap before she draws her own conclusions!