So the other evening I was at my local pub with the Ex-partner-in-crime.
It was a horrible, cold, rainy evening, and apart from us there were only three other customers in the place; an elderly couple sitting in the far corner away from us and a friend of ours who was sitting at the bar next to the EPIC.
I was sitting on a seat by the window with the pub dog who was in need of a cuddle, and one of the guv'nors was behind the bar on his own as the boss (his missus) was having a rest upstairs.
All was calm and peaceful until I spotted a couple of girls heading towards the pub. Normally I wouldn't take much notice of such a thing, but despite the awful weather, both of these girls were only wearing tiny mini-skirts with very skimpy tops to match, very high heels, had one very thin jacket between them and had make-up plastered all over their faces.
I was about to say something when they entered the pub and the pub dog jumped off the seat and ran to see who was at the door, which prompted the girl without any jacket to shout out "What the f*ck's that!?"
The manager, being quick at thinking replied, telling them "It's a Staffordshire Bull Terrier" which made the rest of us snigger but sent the girl into a panic.
"It's going to bite me! It's going to bite me!" she kept bellowing as the pub dog stared at her trying to figure out the the f*ck she was, at which the other girl suggested that they go somewhere else.
"Nah!" said the first girl, "I'll try patting it then I'll be alright" and made off after the poor pub dog who was beginning to get rather nervous by that time.
I've never seen this dog try to run from someone before, but try and run he did but the girl caught up with him before he could reach the sanctuary of the bar and got patted.
Reassured that the pub dog was not going to savage her, the girl then looked around her and said "It's really quiet in here, innit! Are there any uvver pubs arahnd? I've 'eard of one called the Viaduct, 'ow far's that to walk from 'ere?"
All of us pointed in the direction of The Viaduct and told her that it was about a five minute walk away. We then repeated the directions until she understood.
The girl with the skimpy jacket walked to the door and opened it and the girl wearing just a very skimpy skirt and top looked outside and said,
"But I don't wanna go out in that weather, it's 'orrible, cold and wet!" but then they both left the pub and tottered off in the direction of the Viaduct.
Before we all burst out laughing I said "Wear a coat then you stupid bint!" in response to her last statement.
Oh how we laughed.
My local's not noted for impromptu entertainment, but it's well worth hanging around there, just in case.

A Staffordshire Bull Terrier wating to meet and greet customers at 'his' pub.

So, 'tis Wednesday again, and not only is it Double Entendre Day over here which means it's time for the usual Caption Competition, this Wodenstag is the day that I announce the winner of 'Misty's Birthday Quiz!', woohoo!

I know the questions were rather tougher than normal, and some persons scored particularly worse than I reckoned they would (mentioning no names!) but we do have a winner, and that winner is...


*Drumroll please!*


m&m!


So if m&m would be so kind as to send me an address* to which I can send the prize, I will do so asap!
And would everybody else be so kind as to give m&m a round of applause! Yay!

And also being Wednesday, as I said earlier it's time for this week's Caption Competition, and this week I've decided to recycle a classic piccy that I used a few years ago, being this one -

I'm sure you'll agree with me when I say that the photo gives plenty of opportunity for teh funnies, so I expect my box to be stuffed to capacity, akay?.

There's a selection of party snacks going for every entry, and a slice of Birthday Cake available should anybody get me to a delicious, belated Birthday 69!

So.

Without any further ado...

GET

STUCK

IN!

*Clicky on the bit on the sidebar where it reads 'Talk to me'.

Ooh my... I know I'm veh, veh late posting today, but I didn't get much spleep last night as my 3D party was Teh Excellence!

It was at my local pub (which is now local people friendly and getting to ne how it used to be, only without the druggies and excessive violence) and the Ex-partner-in-crime had organized a most wonderful buffet, a load of my good friends turned up, more prezzies were opened and the drink flowed freely!
And the Pièce de résistance was an absolutely scrumbly choccy birthday cake, which was organized by a lovely friend of mine that sadly couldn't make the party, but was delivered by another lovely friend that could, so YAY!
There were candles and everything, rah!

And my Virtual Party was also most fabulous! Thanks again to all that turned up, and I do hope you had a fun time as well! I shall be totting up the Quiz Scores tomorrow and announcing the winner of the real, proper, tangible prize that I will be sending to a lucky someone on Wednesday, so do drop by if you want to know who won!

No Choose-O today, as a) it's late, and b) my brain isn't up to speed, but I will be posting some Party Photos over on my Flickr in the very near future if anybody wants to see what occurred.

Thanks again to everybody who helped make my 'Fortieth' birthday a most fantabulous day!


*MWAH*

I luvs ya all!

WOOHOO!

It's official!

It's my Birthday, rah! And I'm the same age as this song!

The party is still going strong in the post below, so if you've not dropped by please do, and if you've just popped by here for a minute, getcha arse's back in there now!

I've just got a load more pizzas in, and have placed an order for a buffet from the local Indian take-away, there's yet another keg of beer about to be opened and I've got the cocktail shaker out if anyone fancies something different!

And thanks to everyone who has sent pressies and birthday wishes etc!

I'm having a fabulous birthday! Thanks again!

*mwah*

Welcome to the party, pals!

My Birthday's not until Sunday but I've decided to start partying early, and because my Birthday party (The one at the pub, not the online one!) last year was pretty crap unexciting, I'm celebrating my 40th again, this time with cake, woohoo!

And so today (and over the coming weekend if you can keep your stamina up!) is a time to let your fur down, share jokes, play party games, and generally eat, drink and be silly!
Also, this be a Fancy Dress Party and I will be awarding a Gold Star to the person who thinks up the most imaginative costume! The theme, btw, is 'Strange...'

This is just the beginning of the celebrations; over the next 24 and more hours, I will be bringing out food, drinks, games to play, and also a Competition for which there will be a genuine, tangible prize going for the person that gets the most correct answers, so please keep stopping by!

Also, also, please feel free to bring whatever you want to the party! Any nibbles, drinkies and so, please pop over on the the table in the corner, and if you fancy playing some music or starting a game, feel free to do so!

So, party on down groovers!And have some cake while you're doing so!


Update It's time for that competition I promised, for which there will be a proper prize available for Teh Person Who Gets The Most Correct Answers!* So if you're ready and sitting comfortably, why not take,
'Misty's Birthday Quiz!'

And if you don't fancy that or still want something more to do, here's a Birthday Themed 'I Say, You Say'.

So I say,

Party ::
Cheese ::
Card ::
Jelly ::
Dance ::
Hunt ::
Surprize ::
Pass ::
Birthday ::

*In event of a tie-break, I will pull names out of a hat.

And if anybody's hungry, I've just put some pizza slices and sandwiches over on the table, and if you look on the sideboard next to it you'll find a keg of beer and a couple of boxes of wine.
Enjoy!

And it's Wednesday again, which means it's time for this week's Double Entendre Day, Caption Competition.

No faffing about this week, here's your photo -



There's a slice of orange going for every entry and a sports drink available should anyone get me to a 69!

Nothing else to say except,

Get stuck in!

Additional, 19:21 hours. Plz not to forget that this Friday I will be holding my Online Birthday Party and you're all invited!
There will be virtual food and drink, games, music, frivolity, and if I can arrange it in time, a petting zoo, woohoo!
Also, teh partay will be strictly fancy dress only, so get cracking on planning those outfits now, akay?
Be there, or I'll sulk and you won't get any Birthday Cake, alright?

PS. You can find my Wish List over on the sidebar, or by clicking on the previous link that says 'Wish List'.

Friday the 13th

I never used be be superstitious about Friday the thirteenths. I might have counted the odd grains of salt and thrown magpies over my shoulder, and walking around a ladder instead of under it meant I didn't get anything landing on my head, but Friday the thirteenths were just any other day of the week to me.
Until last Friday, which just happened to land on the thirteenth.
I was heading off to the last DAS do of the year. The car was packed to bursting with the kit belonging to me, the Ex-partner-in-crime on the back seat, and the mighty leader of our pack, Grimkell at the wheel.
Thanks to heavier traffic than usual in Londinium we'd set off an hour or so later than planned and all three of us were looking forward to getting to the Scout camp where we were going to stay and putting our feet under a table at the bar there, and seeing all our friends, both Viking and Saxon.
The journey was dull, drab, dark and wet as we headed North along the M1. The traffic was still heavy with other people either hurrying home or escaping for the weekends which slowed us to a near halt on a couple of occasions, and we also saw the tail-end of a nasty accident at one point.
We were nearly at our junction and I was longing to get to our destination and stretch my paws when a loud noise shook me out of my day-dream.
From the back I heard the EPIC say "That's the rumble strips!" and the next I knew there was a huge 'crash' and then the car was spinning round and round and heading across towards the hard shoulder.
I didn't have time to think anything much before we hit the barrier on the far side of the motorway and began spinning back to the central reservation again.
The barrier got closer and closer to me and I braced myself for an almighty crash which happened when we hit the central reservation and began skidding back across all three lanes of traffic until we once again got to the hard shoulder.
All I remember was watching the oncoming traffic heading towards me and thinking to myself "I'm notgoing to die! But I am really, reallyscared of getting hurt!"
To my amazement, we carried on to the verge next to the hard shoulder and came to a halt.
I heard the EPIC say "We've stopped..." and after I realized I could move and nothing was trapped or squashed, I asked if everyone was alright which to my enormous relief both chaps replied that yes, they were both in one piece with no dents or leaks anywhere.
I remembered what I'd been told in case of an accident on the motorway and got out of the car and scurried as far away from it as possible, which as we were on the edge of a rather steep drop wasn't very far.
I know it was unlikely but it went through my head that the car was going to go up in flames or get hit by a ten tonne truck any second, and while Grimkell and the EPIC did a quick rekkie of the damage I stood alone as far away from the traffic as I could get.
It was only when the EPIC came up to me and asked if I was alright that I realized my legs were shaking uncontrollably, and when I explained that I 'couldn't' go back to the car, even to get my lighter, the EPIC went and grabbed my large sheepskin cloak and the lighter from the car and gave them to me.
The wind and rain decided it was time to get rough and the sheepskin, although making me warmer and more waterproof, also made me a bigger target to blow over and I will readily admit that as I stood there getting buffeted by the gale, soaked by the rain and with the noise of the traffic whizzing past at 80mph and hitting bits of debris into the air as they did so, I was fucking scared!
Luckily, we'd stopped right by an emergency telephone and Grimkell called for help as soon as he'd checked that the car wasn't on fire and had definitely come to a standstill, and within minutes a couple of Highway Incident chaps came along to check we were alright and find out what had happened.
After they'd checked us over and helped us sort out a 'lift', they put up some warning lights so that oncoming traffic would hopefully stay away from us, and also that the pick-up truck would be able to spot us more easily.
After they'd done that I was able to get back in the car and sit down and give my legs a chance to stop shaking, and to my delight I remembered a bottle of cheapo-Cinzano-type stuff that I'd bought to drink at the banquet, and after a couple of good swigs I began feeling warmer and decidedly less shaky.
By the time the pick-up truck turned up I was halfway through the bottle and feeling decidedly more cheerful and was tempted to give the driver a big hug for rescuing us.
Grimkell had the choice of either being towed to the next junction exit and calling a garage, or paying to get taken to our destination, and as the insurance would cover it, we got a lift all the way to the Scout camp, and I have never been so relieved to get anywhere before.
Grimkell and the EPIC began unloading the car while I went to the hall to see if anyone could give us a hand with taking everything out, and after I explained what had happened, just about everybody went out to help.
It was only the next day however that I went to look at the damage to the car in detail.
Someone must have been looking out for me as the car was a right off, and given the circumstances, we should have been as well.
How we managed to hit the central reservation, spin across three lanes of traffic, hit the other side, spin across all three lanes again before hitting the barrier once more before repeating the process without hitting or getting hit by any other traffic and getting out without a scratch, is seriously Lucky!
And I can honestly say, I have never been so glad as when I woke up the next morning and thought,

'I'm still alive!'.

I might stay in bed on the next Friday the 13th though, just in case.

I'm back, and still in one piece, which considering some of the things that have happened to me since I last left a comment here, is pretty amazing!
Suffice to say for now, most of my weekend away was brilliant fun and involved plenty of fighting and feasting, but certain parts of it left a lot to be desired.

I've only just woken up from catching up on all the lost spleep from over the weekend so I won't try and type anything now, but as it's Monday, I'll leave it to the Choose-O to see if you pick the option that regales you with all the 'interesting bits'.
So your Choose-O options are -

• Speech.
• Friday the 13th.

And I hope you all had a happy, peaceful, and above all relaxing weekend! Don't forget to tell me all about it while you're down there, akay?

Happy Everything everybody! And I seriously mean it when I say it's good to be back!

And yet again, Friday hits the fan, and this one finds me packing once more for another weekend of fighting and feasting, huzzah!

Another thing I'm looking forward to is next weekend as it's my Birthday on the Sunday, woohoo! I've updated my Wish List just in case anyone fancies getting me something lovely, and next Friday I'll be having a virtual, online party to which you are all invited!
Please don't forget to RSVP so I know how many vol au vents and mini pizzas to order, akay?

The only thing that's gone 'wrong' during the last few days is that the person who promised me they were going to take me out for a meal, didn't even bother to call me, which I reckon is most inconsiderate of them. Their loss though, they won't get any of my Birthday cake next weekend, so there!

But anyway, enough of that, it's Friday which means it's time for a bit of fun and seeing as I haven't done one in a wee while, here's a Spot The Difference competition for you to ponder over. As usual, it's a tricky one.

A Baboon's Arse ------------------- Nick Griffin

And afore I sign off for the weekend, here's another 'I say, then You say...'

So I say...

Photo ::
Peach ::
Carnival ::
Night ::
Swamp ::
Colour ::
Sex ::
Butter ::
Video ::

Have fun, don't do anything I would, and see you all again on Monday!

And yet again, with unfailing regularity*, it's time for the Double Entendre Day Caption Competition, yaaaaaaay!

I've been doing some pondering over the last few weeks as to what sort of photographic imagery does it take to get you lot seriously excited, or rather, excited enough to get my box filled to capacity and get me a 69 at the same time.

And I finally decided that it was time to 'recycle' one of the most popular photos that has graced these pages, being this -

There's a scampi fry going for every entry, and a delicious bag of Cheezitz available for the person who gets me to that ever elusive 69!

Oh yeah, and if any regular readers thought that a recent photo looked familiar for some reason, they might have been comparing the above to this one.

Anyhoo, as per the norm, plz to get stuck in.

And as stuck in as hard and fast as possible, akay?

Excellent!


*Providing my intermanet connection behaves itself.

Surprize!

I recently worked out that I've walked a certain road about 12250 times in my lifetime.
It's the road that gets me to the local shops, pubs and bus links, so I walk along it fairly regularly, and most of the times I've done so, nothing very exciting has happened.
One time when I was about fourteen wasn't very nice as I'd just got off a bus and was heading home when this man I'd never seen before in my life came up along side me asking where I was going, and he'd walk with me to 'look after me'.
Thankfully some friends of mine lived right next to where we were, so I hammered at their door until they let me in, then we waited until he'd gone before my friend's boyfriend walked me home.
Another time I found a fabulous crystal ball that someone had left out for collection, but that wasn't so much a surprize as a wonderful moment of serendipity.
The road itself isn't even very exciting. Pub and car sales place at the top end, rows of almost identical terraced houses most of the way along on both sides, side roads leading to other places along one side, and near the very end, a couple of shops before you get to the park on one side and a school playing field on t'other. Where the shops are, the gardens stop and they have a forecourt instead of a garden, which where deliveries are dropped off, and boxes are left for collection by fence of the last garden, and there I once found a murdered Barbie doll, which was a great photo opportunity.
And as I already said, nothing very exciting ever happened.
Except the time I was walking back from work one day.
It was a lovely spring afternoon; buds were budding, trees were shooting leaves, bees were bumbling, and I was walking along the road enjoying the moment.
I was miles away thinking about something when I got to the the end of the row of houses where the gardens ended and gave way to the forecourt, when as if from nowhere, a medium-sized, collie-type dog launched itself at me with an almighty "WOOF!"
I fell over backwards as the dog grabbed hold of my knee with its mouth and I was expecting a bite, but no bite came.
Instead the dog just held onto my leg making muffled wuffing noises and wagging it's tail.
I sat up and looked at the dog which simply carried on wuffing and wagging until I said "Excuse me dog, but what the fuck hell do you think you're doing?"
At that the dog looked at me and after letting go of my leg PDQ, rolled over into an extremely apologetic and submissive position.
I shakily got to my feet while the dog carried on grovelling an apology and after I gave it a strict telling off, the dog covered its eyes with its paws while I walked off homeward once again.
I never saw the dog again, and nor have I been the victim of a dog's practical joke either.
But I would loved to have known who the dog's intended victim was and had a video camera at the ready.

Monday. n. mún-dey or mún-dee n. Abbr. Mon. or M. The second day of the week.
[Middle English, from Old English Mnandæg (translation of Latin lnae dis, day of the moon) : mnan, genitive of mna, moon; see moon + dæg, day; see day.]

Also, Monday is generally known as the worst day of the week, mostly because of its association with the return to the working week, which after Sunday (being a day of rest in many cultures) is a stressful time for those persons who need more R&R than the weekend can usually offer.
In modern culture, the song 'I don't like Mondays' by the popular beat combo, 'The Boomtown Rats', epitomizes many persons attitude toward the day.

If I'd have had anything to do with the lyrics to 'I don't like Mondays', I would have tried to get a 'really' into the title, but then it wouldn't have rhymed.

I know many other people who dread Mondays and I don't blame them one iota, but instead of spending the day wallowing in a state of hungover piteousness and general loathing of all things work related, I've decided instead to make it a habit to list all the good things that have happened to me since the last one.
And so, here is my list of 'Very Happy Things That Have Happened To Me Since Last Monday'.

1. I got to meet a friend of mine that although I have 'known' through the intermanet for about three years, had not until Friday met face-to-face, and Cora was as lovely in person as I'd imagined. We had a fabulous time scampering around London, scoffed a delicious lunch at an excellent restaurant, polished off the meal with a couple of outrageously large Amarettos, and generally had a brilliant day!

2. Went to Karaoke at my local (which I have totally forgotten to mention has been taken over by new management who know how to run a pub properly, and are welcoming to the locals!) and had a bash at singing a couple of songs including 'Big Spender', and over the rest of the week had other regulars telling me that I was the best singer there that night, and that I was really, really good! I think they might need their hearing tested, but it was nice of them to say so!

3. Today I got invited out for a meal later on in the week by a friend, so I have something to look forward to!

4. A good friend of mine helped me out big time by sending me some cash so that I've been able to switch my central heating on for a few days!

5. Today the ex-partner-in-crime bought a huge piece of beast to roast, and tonight I had a scrummy Sunday Dinner with all the trimmings, washed down with a couple of glasses of Chianti* and then flopped in front of an open fire while watching some of my fave programmes.

6. Next weekend I'm off to another DAS do, so I'm also looking forward to beating up my friends before getting stuck into another tasty, mead splashed banquet!

My life ain't perfect, but sometimes it's pretty darn good.

Oh, and as it's Monday, your options for this week's Choose-O are -

• Surprize!
• Speech

And I shouldn't have to remind you to tell me all about how your weekends were while you're down there, or, why not list any good things that have happened to you in the last week?
Happy Thingummies everybody! And I hope you have a fabulous day!

*No fava beans though.

So, last night I was chatting to my friend over a bottle of vino when the topic went to 'Worst Fears'.

I said that being somewhere where I can't see where I'm putting my feet makes me extremely anxious, and that one of my worst fears would be going blind.

My friend agreed, and asked me how I reckoned I'd cope, to which I replied,
"Seriously, if I went blind I'd want someone to shoot me in the head while I wasn't looking!"

It took me a while to figure out why my friend convulsed with laughter after I'd said it.

*sigh*

'ello again ma li'l chickadees!

I hope today finds you all as excited as I am and simply champing at the bit to get down and dirty in my box and give it a thorough stuffing!

I've had trouble controlling my urges for days and nearly got into trouble when I spotted a police officer wielding his truncheon in a most exciting manner, but luckily for me I managed to blag my way out of the situation by introducing a small rubber duck and a sherry trifle to the situation.

But anyways, you're not here to hear about that are you?
On no, I know what you're after and as I always try to satisfy, I've sorted you something special for this week's Caption Competition.

And so, your photo is -

Get stuck in there my honeys, and give it all you've got!
Your reward for your endeavours? A wad of chewing tobacco for every entry, and an extra large tin of spinach is available should anyone be fabulous enough to get me to a 69!

So...

Over to you then.

Give it all you've got and then some!

Home Economics

Lots and lots of moons ago when I was forced to go to school, I was made to take Home Economics, more commonly known as, 'Cooking'.
At that time, I'd been fending for myself at home for about five years, ever since aged eight, I'd rustled up a meal of tinned meatballs, instant mash, and frozen green beans. Not 'haut cuisine' I grant you, but everything was cooked properly, was ready at the same time, and my dog Chips and I enjoyed it.
I'd also been helping around the kitchen ever since I could remember doing such important jobs as stirring the Christmas Cake, cutting out gingerbread men, and licking the spoon afterwards.
Both my parents cooked and over the years I picked up loads of useful catering tips, most importantly one from my dad being, 'Do not drop a knife on your foot when you are only protected by socks', and for many, many years I believed I was the only person in the house who knew how to make tea*.
So for me, Cooking 101 was a doddle.
The Home Economics teacher was a 'Miss', aged about fifty, and looked like she'd been stuck in the 1950s with an attitude to match.
Children were to be seen, not heard, and she tried to rule the cookery class with an Iron Spoon.
As you might well imagine, this attitude did not go down well with a motley group of thirteen years olds who had grown up in the 1070s, and every opportunity to belittle the teacher was seized with relish, and if possible, extra mayonnaise.
Every week we'd troupe into the Home Ec. room clutching our boxes containing whatever ingredients needed for whatever it was we were going to make that day.
The lessons, apart from what we were cooking, never varied in structure. Firstly, the teacher would write the ingredients needed on the blackboard, and then the method before giving us a lecture on how important it was to follow the instructions exactly to the letter. An ounce either way of flour in a cake mixture would ruin the finished product rendering it inedible, and woe betide the child who failed to Clean Up As They Went Along.
Many times a pupil would be scared witless by her sneaking up behind them as (for example)they added the flour straight from the packet instead of sifting it and get a wooden spoon smack down on the counter next to them as the message of 'Never do that again!' was yelled in their ear.
The teacher's method of marking the end product, was that we would put our cakes (or whatever) on a plate with our names written on a piece on paper which was then hidden by the food, and then the teacher would test each cake for quality, texture and taste.
Every week I would get screamed at for doing something wrong; either I'd rubbed the flour in the wrong way, or I'd added too much egg yolk, in fact pretty much every thing I did was wrong in her opinion, and despite her yelling at me that I would never, ever make a decent cook, she would unfailingly give me top marks for my end product, and the irony wasn't lost on her either.
Now, thirteen year olds, no matter how usually well behaved they are, will eventually rebel under the regime of a tyrant, and one fine day we did just that.
We'd planned everything well in advance, and come the day we were all due to make drop scones which meant we had plenty of eggs and flour in our boxes.
The lessons lasted the whole of the afternoon without a break for us, but the teacher would say to us that she had to go back to check on something important in the staff room with unfailing regularity, which we all knew meant she was sneaking out for a cigarette. This gave us ten minutes alone in the Home Ec. room unsupervized.
Hurrah!
Nearly a whole term of being screamed at and scared witless by random spoon attacks had led to us feeling rather resentful, and all of us had come up with an idea of how to bring the teacher down a peg or two.
It was the last day of term. All of us had brought in extra flour, and one boy had stored some eggs that were past their prime in an airing cupboard for over a fortnight.
As soon as the harridan went for her fag break we sprang into action.
We got out our extra flour and put it into one of the large plastic storage boxes that were kept in the room, before very carefully balancing it on the top of the door which we'd left open ever so slightly.
Some of the eggs were placed in the teachers desk and the remainder were secreted in her handbag.
Not one of us batted an eyelid as the teacher entered the room and the flour landed right on her head enveloping her in a cloud of white and spluttering somewhat.
For the first time ever, she didn't scream. We all carried on with our drop scones without even a glance in her direction.
She went to get the headmaster who informed us that we'd be in serious trouble come the next term, but I wasn't too bothered as I was leaving the school anyway, which sadly meant I never got to find out what happened about the rancid eggs.
If that teacher happens to be reading this, it wasn't my idea, but I'm not very sorry about it.
And as to you saying I'd never make it as a cook, who's laughing now, eh?

*Ever since I made my first cuppa aged three, both my parent told me they didn't know how to make a cup for themselves so of course, feeling very proud of myself, I'd show them how, but for some reason they never got the hang of it.

Wow! For once on a Monday morning, my computer is behaving itself properly and is not to blame for The-ex-partner-in-crime's inability to log-in to the new Driving School that he's started working for!
I've just spent about an hour downloading and setting up the files for him so that he can 'talk' with the new school and was trying to connect when their intermanet connection failed, not mine!
Shame my 'puter didn't want to work on Friday, but such is the way of belligerent, bloody-minded inanimate objects. Those 'robot' toys that can 'think' for themselves really scare me, btw. If they can 'think', then it's only a short step to them running amok wielding screwdrivers and trying to dismantle us just because they've had a bad day.
I do not like that idea one iota.

Anyways, as it's Monday again, it's time for the weekly Choose-O, and your options are -

• Home Economics
• Surprize!

And as always, please tell me all about your Hallowe'en weekends while you're down there, akay?
Happy thingies, everyone!
It's good to be back online! x