As regular readers of this wee column will know, I have been doing a lot of work over the last few days shifting this site around.
This operation has not escaped the attention of Herself.
“Will you please stop cursing,” says she.
“I will in my hole. Now please fuck off and leave me to my misery,” is my cheerful response.
“You’re swearing an awful lot these days,” says she.
“Am I? I don’t think I am,” I reply innocently. “Bollocks!” I roar as another huge file vanishes just as it was nearly downloaded.
“There you go again,” she mutters.
“AW FUCK!” I reply as a newly transferred site shows up as a blank screen instead of what I was expecting.
“Will you please stop. You’re frightening the guinea pig, and I have just had a complaint from the neighbours.”
“Fuck the guinea pig and the neighbours. I have my own fucking problems.”
“It’s not doing any good.”
“Oh yes it is” I reply with a smile. “Take a look at this.”
I sit back and relax for a minute as she reads. Another site has been transferred successfully.
“Fucking great,” I smile to myself.