Thirty eight
I have just realised what day it is today. On this day thirty eight years ago, I made an honest woman of Herself. Thirty. Eight. Fucking. Years. The odd time, in a moment of insecurity Herself will ask me if … Continue reading →
Monthly Archives: January 2013
Manning the barricades
Hot on the heels of the septic tank fiasco, water charges are back in the headlines. They canât decide how they are going to mug fleece charge us. The original idea was that there would be a flat free allowance … Continue reading →
Septic tank my arse
There has been a bit of waffle about the septic tank thing on the radio. I donât listen to the radio myself, but Herself tells me therefore it thus must be so. I have until tomorrow evening to âregisterâ my … Continue reading →
The Vanishing
The other morning I let Penny out for a pee. She's a strange dog in that pissing seems to be very low on her list of priorities. Personally I like a good flow, first thing – it's all part of … Continue reading →
