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.
