Skippy and Ermentrude have, for the last 10 minutes, been discussing the toilet habits of their pets. Loudly.
Nice.
Why do I have share oxygen with these morons?
Friday, 5 September 2008
Thursday, 4 September 2008
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
How to...
...doom your offspring.
Skippy's parents already have their eye on a pony for the 4 month foetus she is currently carrying. Knowing it's mother as I do, and anticipating the grandparental spoiling that the pony appears to signify, I am prepared to state now, that there is No Hope for the child.
It will be Awful.
Skippy's parents already have their eye on a pony for the 4 month foetus she is currently carrying. Knowing it's mother as I do, and anticipating the grandparental spoiling that the pony appears to signify, I am prepared to state now, that there is No Hope for the child.
It will be Awful.
Monday, 1 September 2008
Hills
Walking through the fog on top of a hill, knowing there is a cliff yards from my feet felt strangely familiar. I could feel the space, but not see it.
Muffled in drops of water that were not quite falling from the clouds I watched silent birds emerge, first as shadows, then solid and flapping.
Muffled in drops of water that were not quite falling from the clouds I watched silent birds emerge, first as shadows, then solid and flapping.
Thursday, 28 August 2008
Catching up with the wind
Work hit me around the head with a shovel and dragged me into the barn, not letting me out until I had sheared all the sheep and dealt with a crazy yokel or twelve. I might be taking this slightly bizarre metaphor a bit too far...
Anyway, a week on holiday followed by a trip abroad with work, followed by a trip to visit friends, followed by a bank holiday leads to not enough time for the really important things in life, like sleeping and blogging. On the other hand, it does feed the soul. Or the nasty corners of the mind with fodder that can be used for the blogging. I have a lot I want to talk about, but the secret nature of this venture means I can only do it at home (I don't want work to be able to trace this - I'm not exactly complimentary about some of my colleagues), and I don't want anyone I know to find out about it. Tom has to be out before I will log in. And recently, he has been here. A lot. Which is lovely. It just means I don't get an awful lot done.
Anyway, a week on holiday followed by a trip abroad with work, followed by a trip to visit friends, followed by a bank holiday leads to not enough time for the really important things in life, like sleeping and blogging. On the other hand, it does feed the soul. Or the nasty corners of the mind with fodder that can be used for the blogging. I have a lot I want to talk about, but the secret nature of this venture means I can only do it at home (I don't want work to be able to trace this - I'm not exactly complimentary about some of my colleagues), and I don't want anyone I know to find out about it. Tom has to be out before I will log in. And recently, he has been here. A lot. Which is lovely. It just means I don't get an awful lot done.
Friday, 15 August 2008
Nosy cow, but not very good at it
Skippy: Ooh, what's in your bag?!
Anna: My lunchbox... Why?
Skippy: It looked really exciting.
Anna: ???
Please note, the bag in question was open, and the lunchbox was CLEARLY visible.
Anna: My lunchbox... Why?
Skippy: It looked really exciting.
Anna: ???
Please note, the bag in question was open, and the lunchbox was CLEARLY visible.
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