Right onwards with my diary I have been writing it some time now and most nights, except when I am
not near my large and lumpy desk top PC, which is not often and tells you I do
not travel long distances much. And I am
always keen to ensure it is exciting (OK a bit exciting OK it’s not exciting), I
mentioned lately that its quality is directly proportional to the weather and
it is now getting boring (the weather and my diary) I need some sun, heat and a
non white environment with green plants and birds singing. It is very unnerving
to be stalked by a gang of birds who have been watching that Alfred Hitchcock
film of the same name (as in The Birds).
Sadly we saw a hawk on the road
today which had become road kill, I guess it is tough out there being a hawk at
present or anything, there are a lot of things struggling with their own diaries
not just me.
I think the snow has also
scrambled my brain I now am not only misspelling words, but I am also typing
completely different words to the one I meant to type and misspelling them so
the auto spell checker is correcting them but they were the wrong word in the
first place. How can I write when my computer corrects the wrong word so it is
right but still the wrong word? The
result is gibberish and nonsense, how will I keep my followers if all I type is
nonsense . . . . . . . . . . . . . AH
Yesterday I
told you that Miss Tiggy and Mr Chris visited and we all chatted and had a good
time, well it appears they had somewhat of an epic trip home. You see they live
at the end of a little lane in the hills and while they where out the wind had
blown the snow across the road so on there return they found themselves trapped
in a six foot snow drift. They were then saved by a man in a tractor who could
only get to them by crossing fields and was able to tow them to a place to
leave their car safely. They then had to walk the last bit in a re-enactment of
Scott of the Antarctic, or as they made it a re-enactment of the Norwegian chap
who beat Scott of the Antarctic who no one remembers unless they are Norwegian.
Luckily the snow plough arrived this morning so they are free again.
I’m sure other
stuff happened like Miss Fionaski the famous Russian spy was testing her skills
in water supply sabotage as part of an
NVQ qualification in spying, as you need
to keep up to date with new techniques and skills, and I was removing snow from
a roof in order to catapult a goat at a supermarket or a snow drift to hunt for
sheep, there are a lot of lost sheep at present too.
OOOoooooo yes
mum and dad have ordered a new oven to replace the strange Victorian affair
that came with the house, and which is very good at all sorts of things except
reliably cooking food.
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