A traditional Sunday in a funny sort of way

Today has been a funny day, when I say funny I do not mean in a light up revolving bow tie sort of way with amusing fish and small mechanical boxes that chuckle and giggle at anything and everything particularly if it involves an amusing fish. NO I refer to funny as in sort of odd but not odd say like a three headed goose singing close harmony acapella church music to the tune of Smoke on the Water, I simply refer to it being a funny day as in the old saying meaning it has been a funny sort of day.  I think I should leave trying to explain this and get to the point.

After a chilled sort of start to the day, it was (is) Sunday after all; I decided to do a bit of Cardboard Arty stuff as I have things to finish as part of The Monty Cardboard Robot Clubs expansion plans into the giddy heights of artist elitism. We plan to make up complex arty stories to confuse the punters and then charge them loads of money. . . . .  Mr F had to head off along the twisty roads towards home, although I must admit after the first twenty miles he was on motorways most of the way and they are not really twisty.

Then Mr Bruce and Miss C called by to see us, we have not seen them in ages, so we had a long chat before we had to run off to see Mr M in his new Hospital. He appears much happier in his new hospital, I got to play with the controls to his all singing and dancing bed, all sing and dancing is another silly saying because things like beds seldom do either let alone both at the same time.

So that was my day , I have noticed that Sundays are starting to get like the old Sundays talked about by folk who remember the old days when Sundays were really low key and you would spend the afternoon watching an old black and white cowboy film starring Gary Cooper or if you were really desperate Rin Tin Tin.

OOOOoooooo hang on what’s that you say Skippy; Rin Tin Tin fell down the old mine shaft and was eaten by aliens . . . . . . . . . . HAH HAH HAH AH HAH Ahah hah ahah hah ah ha hah ah aah h ahahah hahah ah ah ahahahhah aha h aha ha haha ha ha ha . . . . . 

Diaries, Awards, Distress Fractals and Patio's

I am back, well when I say back I am back writing the diary again after all that awards ceremony yesterday where I wandered up and down red carpets smiling with ultra white teeth at the press and wearing my best clothes.  I did try and mingle with the celebrities but they tried to huddle together and appeared to be all out to form a barrier between myself and the nice Steven Spielberg. I thanked everyone I could possibly think of for my award because I realize it is not good form to say “Hell I am good and it is no wonder I won, the others were quiet frankly total rubbish”. So after several hours of thanking everyone I noticed folk were shuffling about and looking at watches, I guess they had trains to catch so I finished off by annoying (sorry announcing to) everyone the news of the forthcoming Steven Spielberg spectacular based on the manuscript of my diary. I have even offered to include more horses and stretched limousines to keep him happy. AH mum has said IDIOT apparently Lincoln has nothing to do with stretched limousines, well that’s a bit confusing calling a film after a car and then not having any cars in it.

Ooooo OK sorry a little distracted after a grey day of architectural structural design at school where we analysed distress fractals in the structure of the school roof by loading it up with huge concrete blocks borrowed from the foundations. We were finally able to conclude that it was not our fault that the roof is now structurally faulty. As the science teacher said the frontiers of science will never be broken without the odd bandage, sorry I mean Breakage, hang on I mean both….

I then spent my weekly hour of penance at the local junior school teaching Art to the small over enthusiastic children who I have been told really enjoy my visits, that’s a worry. As it happened they managed to stay sort of focused until about the last quarter of an hour when their young keen minds started to ponder distress fractals in teachers, or to be more specific me…..

I have also on my return home managed to do a little work on the construction of a trellis perimeter to the slowly developing Moroccan Patio Garden which still has rather a long way to go but is slowly but surely taking shape. And I hope to be able to draw another Micro God later time permitting (busy busy busy), I think I need the Micro God of Patio's and Verandas after all this is Britain…. 

           

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The New Slightly Enhanced LIEBSTER AWARD. . . . Not my diary, sorry about that....

Today, earlier on I got an award as those regulars know I am terrible with awards, just wait until you hear the Oscar acceptance speech when I get the Oscar for best script when that nice Steven Spielberg makes the movie of the diary.  He will hide under his seat shouting IDIOT for sure . . . . .  But he will not really mean it . …… . the wee rascal…

Anyway this award; it is one I have had in the past a couple of times and I always forget to say thanks, so today I have gone out my way to remember (I do have a rubbish memory)…. So I have been given the rather well known and sort after LIEBSTER AWARD from K. Nowinsky  at What Shall We Blog About Today? You are very kind. But I have noticed that this award can change quite a lot and I thought it needed sort of jazzing up a bit, so I have sort of redrawn it and used a small amount of artistic licence to give it the so called VA VA Voom or what ever it is that sounds like that, which I am told is WELL COOL.

So in a tradition that goes back some way I would like to pass the new look LIEBSTER AWARD on to the following folk for being jolly good chaps and chapettes. And my favourite blogs. . . . 

MR ESB … … … … . A man of Knowledge and wise words from Texas

Mr H ………… . . …… Another man of science (and caravans) and a lover of Custard Creams and the night sky

Miss Lily . . . . . .........A lady living in the heart of London who has a son bent on world Domination

Master Lil man . ..  .. .A young chap bent on world domination

Mr Addman . . . ... . . A man with a terrible like of the evil Jammie Dodger, but hay no one is perfect.

Miss Laura  . . . . . .. . A writer with a dream, who is chasing her dream.

And last but not least

Penny the Dog, superstar and modest Internet sensation.

Do with this award what you will throw it in the bin, hang it on the wall or sell it to your friends the choice is yours.  

The New Slightly Enhanced LIEBSTER AWARD