Sunday started out so well. Long sleep in. Stroll down to the shops to buy ingredients for muffins, and get a newspaper. Lunch with globetrotting Doug in Kensington, where he was in residence for the morning. (Marita and I rolled in as some of his other friends rolled out). Much laughter with the discovery that ... [More]
Category: TMI
Too Much Information
The one thing you don’t want to do is mis-time your toilet breaks. A couple of drinks and a chat with a fellow geek from New Zealand in the pub last night. We get up to leave. Ahh, that was a nice drink. Nothing much going on just at the moment, says the bladder. We ... [More]
The real estate agent called… finally the vendor made a decision on the house. The decision is… no decision. She won’t sell for the amount I offered, and she wants a heap more money. Fat chance. I mean, it’s a nice place, but I think what I offered is possibly stretching what it’s worth. If ... [More]
Hey Daniel Yeah? You need to go to the toilet. Now. Do I? Okay. Ooh. That doesn’t feel right. I wonder if I’m okay. Hey Daniel Yeah? Toilet again. So soon? And do you have a bucket handy? Yeah I think so. Grab it. Okay. What for… oohhhh… oohh dear… bleaaarrrrgghhh…. Well now. That’s a ... [More]
I’m holding, in my other hand(*), a box of twine. What strange stuff, twine. It must come from a twine factory. I wonder how many people work there. And what they say at parties when people ask them what they do. "Oh well… I make twine. Yeah, you know how when you get the packet, ... [More]