Seeing a man about a dog, French Fancies and Weddings and MI6

Today has been hot very hot, this is classic British weather not helped by the fact Dad’s weather machine has a jammed transit pin in the precipitated vacuum housing, so the one thing the weather machine can no longer do is precipitate; something I am sure some of you will say is probably for the best.  It has been a funny day of not much happening due to heat but then on the other hand I did not appear to have a lot of time free to not do much in, what with trips to places to see a man about a dog. I was not really seeing a man about a dog, I am using the well known saying to imply I went off to do things that are not very exciting and thought you don’t really want to know all that so I used the old saying . . . . See a man about a dog . . . . Which brings us back to where I started?

I have eaten a couple of French Fancies today (as in Mr Kiplings) and drank tea, I also used a hose pipe to battle some sort of squidgy monster thing that was trying to cross the Zombie defence ditch in the early evening and I ate another French Fancy.

Dad was/is dead pleased today as the solar panels on the roof have generated 27.5 Kilowatts of power, which is enough apparently to bring his half rabbit half android small furry experimental Zombie cute pet with pointy teeth into life for up to two days so a few more days like today and it will be scurrying about the garden just like the real thing (obviously the real one does not have a smoky bottom and sing old music hall songs.

I do have to warn you all that I may not be able to write my diary tomorrow because I am off to a wedding along with the Ghost Writer; it is an old friend of the Ghost Writers daughter who is getting married and the Ghost Writers friend is not keen on weddings. So we are going along to cheer him up and wave at cameras and stand in the wrong place during the official wedding photos so that in years to come people will look at the photo album and say Who are those weird people standing in front of the bride.

Anyway if I am not here tomorrow then you will be reading this still, but at least you know why.

I will return, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon to a cinema near you (sort of).

Ooooooo yes apparently the security forces (MI6, CIA, MI5, FBI and the other one we dont talk about) are all reading my Blog as they say it must be some cunning code........ 


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