I just fired up the old laptop to see if I could have a wee dose of Sharon.
Surprisingly enough, there she was in all her glory.
At first, the fucking connection kept breaking down, but after wandering around the place, I found a spot where the signal is actually constant and I can watch the news. Luckily the water in the lake isn’t too cold, and I have to be careful not to drop the laptop.
So they are talking of dropping the charge to inspect my septic tank? I should fucking think so. Any fucking inspector who wants to stick his nose in my tank is going to get a lot closer look than he expected. My shite is my business, so to speak, and I resent any gubmint wanker poking around in it, even if it is a case of like meeting like.
In the meantime, I shall leave you all with a photograph of our humble pad, Seeing as I am already wet, having to stand here for the Interweb, I thought I might as well take a photo.