Sunday Morning

Well, I actually slept until 10 this morning whuich is good since the wee small hours were getting toward school age when I went to bed. I suspect that the discovey of rum with vanilla coke helped (Shome mishtake, shorely).

Now is the hard part. I somehow have to motivate myself to climb the north face of the laundry pile and then move it into a bag (sack) and down to the laundrette. I can't put it off like I did last week, my supply of work clothes is exhausted.

I'm not sure I fancy sitting in a hot laundrette this weather. Strike that. I am sure I don't. Being a bulky sort of chap (read fatty), I am far more suited to ice ages than I am global warming and summers.

My attendance at the Jamieamy 20s picnic at Kew is largely dependent upon my reaction to the effects of the tumble drier. The outlook is 50-50.

On the plus side, the Punkah-Wallah 2000 is managing a cooling influence in yon garret. But it's only a little after 11, so that may change.

Sunday Morning

Well, I actually slept until 10 this morning whuich is good since the wee small hours were getting toward school age when I went to bed. I suspect that the discovey of rum with vanilla coke helped (Shome mishtake, shorely).

Now is the hard part. I somehow have to motivate myself to climb the north face of the laundry pile and then move it into a bag (sack) and down to the laundrette. I can't put it off like I did last week, my supply of work clothes is exhausted.

I'm not sure I fancy sitting in a hot laundrette this weather. Strike that. I am sure I don't. Being a bulky sort of chap (read fatty), I am far more suited to ice ages than I am global warming and summers.

My attendance at the Jamieamy 20s picnic at Kew is largely dependent upon my reaction to the effects of the tumble drier. The outlook is 50-50.

On the plus side, the Punkah-Wallah 2000 is managing a cooling influence in yon garret. But it's only a little after 11, so that may change.

(no subject)

I won.

It was an extremely close fought battle, and bloody. But I won.

Putting it off a week may have made sense at the time, but with hindsight it was probably less wise than expedient.

I am talking about the laundry. You, my only reader, will probably recall that last week the exciting chronicles of my life announced the fact that it was too bloody hot and that I had a couple of shirts left and so... etc etc.

This was not the case this week. And to add to the horror, the discarded garments, afester for an additional 7 days in subtropical temperatures, were showing early signs of evolving a bicameral legislature. The sock colony in the corner was at war with the shirts and had begun sending expeditionary forces under the wardrobe.

Luckily I have a pair of steel gauntlets (yes, truly) and a makeshift cudgel. In the end the issue was in no doubt, though my morale nearly failed during the onslaught of the massed ranks of underwear. Happily, they were unprepared for the flank attack with the Febreze and the enemy's battle line folded in confusion and panic.

The smoke of battle has cleared and all is well in the Garret Lea. The clothes are subdued, cleaned and folded. I shall, once it has cooled down a little, make a public example of the shirts by ironing them in front of their kin. But the rebellion is quashed.

Quashed though at a heavy price.

For it is now too late to go to Kew for the 20s picnic.

One of these weekends I shall reclaim my life and do something.

(no subject)

I won.

It was an extremely close fought battle, and bloody. But I won.

Putting it off a week may have made sense at the time, but with hindsight it was probably less wise than expedient.

I am talking about the laundry. You, my only reader, will probably recall that last week the exciting chronicles of my life announced the fact that it was too bloody hot and that I had a couple of shirts left and so... etc etc.

This was not the case this week. And to add to the horror, the discarded garments, afester for an additional 7 days in subtropical temperatures, were showing early signs of evolving a bicameral legislature. The sock colony in the corner was at war with the shirts and had begun sending expeditionary forces under the wardrobe.

Luckily I have a pair of steel gauntlets (yes, truly) and a makeshift cudgel. In the end the issue was in no doubt, though my morale nearly failed during the onslaught of the massed ranks of underwear. Happily, they were unprepared for the flank attack with the Febreze and the enemy's battle line folded in confusion and panic.

The smoke of battle has cleared and all is well in the Garret Lea. The clothes are subdued, cleaned and folded. I shall, once it has cooled down a little, make a public example of the shirts by ironing them in front of their kin. But the rebellion is quashed.

Quashed though at a heavy price.

For it is now too late to go to Kew for the 20s picnic.

One of these weekends I shall reclaim my life and do something.

Top Gear

This is a brazen plea for money.

Money by the truck load. Oodles of Golden Splonders heaped with cheques made out to cash.

I need probably around £60,000 - best make it £80,000 to be safe.

I want one of those Bugger-Thrust Cadillacs they showed on tonight's Top Gear.

I'll let you drive it.

Honest.

Update

This is what your generous donations will buy me:

Bugger Thrust 1

Bugger Thrust 2

Top Gear

This is a brazen plea for money.

Money by the truck load. Oodles of Golden Splonders heaped with cheques made out to cash.

I need probably around £60,000 - best make it £80,000 to be safe.

I want one of those Bugger-Thrust Cadillacs they showed on tonight's Top Gear.

I'll let you drive it.

Honest.

Update

This is what your generous donations will buy me:

Bugger Thrust 1

Bugger Thrust 2

Oh the HORROR

I have just dropped a choccy Hobnob on the floor.

It landed face down on a lurking fluff bunny.

It cannot be retrieved.....

It is moments like this when the true horror of existence is revealed...

>sob<

Oh the HORROR

I have just dropped a choccy Hobnob on the floor.

It landed face down on a lurking fluff bunny.

It cannot be retrieved.....

It is moments like this when the true horror of existence is revealed...

>sob<