…about living up a mountain – when travelling to work I don’t have to sit on a crowded tube train wedged in between Mr and Mrs Wittering from Dribbleton in East Bollockhamshire. I didn’t surf today.
Monthly Archives: January 2008
Whoever said…
January 10, 2008 – 4:26 pm
….it doesn’t rain in Portugal has obviously never been there. Or they have a huge propensity for the utterance of untruths. Or they have a mutation of that syndrome that turns wives into hats but for them it turns a larraping load of vertically descending precipitation into blistering sunshine and an abundance of dryness. Or [...]
So there I was…
January 7, 2008 – 10:08 am
…sitting on the Old Git’s sofa. I was just finishing off a manicure with my mum’s nail file and reading an article on ‘Hot flush remedies’ (pycnogenol seems like a plausible solution – found in pine bark – probably best to look into the pill form rather than gnawing at the actual tree….) in SAGA [...]
A glimpse of London…
January 5, 2008 – 5:22 pm
… a fantastic steak dinner (medium rare), a few glasses of cider (Magners over ice) and a tot of rum (quite vile) and I find myself waking up on Mr Woppit’s living room floor wedged into a sleeping bag next to a cold cup of tea. I vaguely remember him blustering through at dawn muttering [...]
The lost art of…
January 2, 2008 – 3:03 pm
…well moaning really. Obviously I’m extremely well qualified to spot a droning stream of drivellous ranting from years of living under the slightly leaky roof of the Old Git’s care and also fairly adept at achieving a state of temporary deafness during the aforementioned verbal onslaught. Recently I’ve noticed a huge tendency amongst geriatrically inclined [...]