Where nothing happens
Grandad November 17th, 2011
Well, I must say I enjoyed my day off.
I must do it more often.
Maybe take an extra day off every week? Or a couple of days? Or seven days?
One of the problems I have is that nothing much happens here from one day to the next. I therefore have little local news to regale you with. I could write repeated and endless descriptions of Pullit pulling pints, but that would be monotonous. I could amuse you all with Spanner’s futile attempts to get his leg over the yang wan in the grocery shop, but he would never forgive me, and I value his friendship.
Life in the Manor isn’t much better, so that leaves me with very few subjects. The only three that really get me worked up are the smoking bans, the EU and our useless fucking gubmint. The problem here is that you are tired of hearing about them. It has reached the stage where even oblique references brings forth moans from certain quarters.
I could invent stuff but that would be hard work and anyway I have always followed a policy of telling the truth, so that’s out.
It’s pissing down like incontinent elephants at the moment so I doubt I’ll get out and about today. It’s also blowing half a gale so all in all, it ain’t very pretty out there.
So once again, I’ll probably have nothing to write about tomorrow.
No change there then.
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