Just been for a walk. Itâs very quiet. Kid goat reckons itâs like The Walking Dead but we canât tell which ones are walkers.
Weekend dog walks are now begun at 6.30am to avoid the âday trippersâ. Apart from avoiding others Iâm getting to see the sunrise.
I donât normally do sunrises.
Beautiful pictures.
Itâs a great time to be a dog right nowâŚ
Unless food runs out.
I have a strict lockdown rule.
No booze until the sun passes the yardarm ie 6pm.
My evil wife has just summoned me to the garden to drink beer with the brother in law on this beautiful spring afternoon.
Evil, because Iâd planned the Sky Cricket WC Final watch party with beer later.
There goes the evening. And tomorrow morning
Playing scrabble in the garden - ayatollah not happy with my word choice - apparently âquimâ is not acceptable.
âŚsaid Glitter to Jackson.
Was it on a triple word score?
Lol no - although I managed to get âswingerâ to get an extra 50 pts a couple of turns later.
She is not impressed
I tried SOOO hard. But Iâm afraid I have succumbed.
Iâm bingeing Lord of the Rings
Poof.
Iâm rather enjoying these pap diary entries, they put me in mind of bearsyâs 50 Shades saga. Which in turn reminded me of something else, so look out for an update later on the Bearsy thread (if it still exists.)
Today is wet Monday. Everyone gets soaked. Luckily its 20C.
But they get carried away.
Mrs P_F ran across the kitchen to dump a bucket on her brother, slipped on the wet tiles.
And now we have a possible broken arm to cope with
FFS
Updates to follow after ice pack treatment
FFS indeed.
Wimmin.
The secret diary of Paul Taylor
Woke up this morning looking at Gingora, herself rousing from her slumber. My first words to her were âyou look quite pretty at timesâ.
âYeahâ, she said, âWhen?â
âWhen youâre not fucking moaningâ, I reply, scampering out of the bed before I am hit with a pet. The cat followed me downstairs, knowing I have the amazing ability (which he lacks) to open a pouch of Felix. After heâs fed, I swing open the patio door. He sits with his front paws hanging just over the edge of the threshold.
We think the dog has dementia. Sheâs fifteen now and forgets that youâve just put food down at her. She also spends a lot of time barking at nothing. I have explained this to the offspring, simply noting that âsheâs barking at ghosts, girlsâ. I must say that my ability to frighten the kids peaked when I showed the eldest Predator at age seven. She still wonât watch it now.
Easter Monday⌠I have done all I can too the middle class log/wood shed⌠maybe a little ironic that i cant get the wood to finish the facing boards for the wood shed as the timber merchants are closed⌠or am I having an Alanis moment?.. I am never sure these days as succumb to stircazy fuckwittageâŚ
Baring in mind this was how it looked after 2 years⌠it took me another year to finish⌠hand digging out 3 tonnes of soil and stone, laying the concrete foundations etc⌠hoping for some nice weather now to use the fucking patio!
Yay! We have finger movement.
Seems it may take some years for Mrs P_F to recover any dignity family still not stopped laughing.
And she is getting NO sympathy from me.
She remarks âarrgh & Iâve got a massive bruise on my bumâ
She wasnt expecting âwe have a thread about thatâ as an answer.
Looks like we will avoid a trip to A&E
Pheeeew
Rule 1 appliesâŚ
Iâve just been reading on Wiki or something about the Andromeda Galaxy (furthest thing we can see from here?) and apparently its due to collide with the Milky Way (home team) in 4.5 billion years.
Bummer! I bet the PFA still wonât agree a wage cut after that.
It did seem odd that Scotty rediscovered @Bearsy 50 shades review & moments later wife mentions massive bruise on her ass