A bit of this, a bit of that, summer and stuff

After yesterdays little taster of summer today was even better WOW how did that happen, that’s two whole days of sun with swallows flying about and Zombies sun bathing in the clearing in the wood. Mr Jones hates it when the Zombies sun bath he reckons it’s not good for alien watchers, he says a Zombie tried to eat one of the aliens once which is not good for inter-planet diplomatic relations. He says he even tried to get the police to help but they sniggered and seemed to be indifferent to the plight of the alien and suggested Mr Jones gave the Zombie one of his bacon sandwiches.  You would think the police would know that Zombies don’t eat bacon, I think there might be a bit of retraining needed.  

Anyway I have done it again I have drifted from the point which was . . . . . . . . . . . . MMMmmmmmmmmm    . . . . . . . . . .  AH yes it was a really sunny day.

Now remember yesterday I mentioned I was doing stuff with stuff and looking at stuff and the like, well I really should never have written that it was a major error because it appears that we may have to store someone else’s stuff for a while. So I spent part of today moving our stuff to make room for someone’s else’s stuff in case their stuff should turn up. I have a habit of writing things in my diary that then happen, this is fundamentally entirely the wrong way round and I was always told I should write what has happened after it has happened. I am starting to feel a bit like that Nostradamus chap, although he was rather cunning and allowed a certain amount of vagueness to his dates so that the end of the world was anything from 1969 to sometime in 2350 or there about’s give or take the odd millennium or two.

Ooooo what was I saying . . . . . . . .  AH yes the sun, apart from moving stuff I also did a bit of this and that, as it happens this is a very rural activity and many people spend their entire lives doing a bit of this and that and it is possible to make a  reasonable living doing this and that for a bit of cash (nudge nudge say no more, a wink is as good as a nod to a blind bat). Apparently the main problem is the tax man according to dad; and the Ghost Writer, says he was one paid in curry (lots of curry) for an IT job, and the tax man got a bit hot under the collar about that too. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . HAH AHHAH HAH HAH ah hah hhah ahha hah ah hah ah ahh ah ha hah ahah ahahhaha hah ah ha hahahah hah ha ha ha ha.

Sorry about that  . . . . . . . mum says IDIOT.