I finished reading Peter Kay’s autobiography 'The Sound of Laughter' last night, now I’ve got nothing to read. Well that’s not strictly true. I’ve about four other books that I could read, but I know that they won’t measure up to the one I’ve just read. They would all have been perfectly good reading material if Peter Kay hadn’t been so bloody funny. He’s not everyone’s ‘cup of tea’ I know, but I appreciate his sense of humour. We definitely view the world though similar glasses – that tied in with the fact that he’s a bit younger than me so I remember the things he mentions from his childhood. It was a bit of a wander down memory lane. The other thing that made my day was the fact that the book contained several errors - the proof reader missed them - so that was something else that I have in common with him.

Which then got me to thinking ‘why is anybody interested in what I mutter on about?’ – I mean it’s hardly riveting stuff. I don’t live the film star life style, far from it. I can’t even claim the award for wonderful housewife and perfect mother. Let’s be perfectly honest here, I didn’t even make the short list for either of those - Jade Goody beat me. And there’s no point in me trying to bluff it now – I’ve been too honest in the past, everyone knows exactly what I’m like. Himself is currently up for 'The Most Longest Suffering Husband Award' – he’s made the finals and the Bookies are giving good odds on him winning.

So after giving it much thought (we can pretend, OK) I’ve put it down to one or more of the following facts; you read the blog:

a) Out of politeness because you know me or talk to me.
b) It’s become a bad habit – like smoking or biting your nails, you know you shouldn’t do it as it's not good for you; but you can’t stop yourself and the patches you buy don’t work.
c) You’re all as nosy as me – I read other peoples blogs, both real (Chris) and fictional.
d) It reminds you of things that have happened to you in the past and then you either sympathise or laugh you’re socks off – possibly both.
e) Pooks was right, that bloody dog has his paws on the keyboard again and keeps knocking that stats counter up.

Oh, that reminds me – The Leprechaun is rather busy at the moment, so those of you that fall into the B, C & D categories needn’t worry – she’s not sulking at the lack of encouraging emails that you haven’t sent her regarding her stories. Well she is but we can ignore that – she read my stories and blog and didn’t utter a bloody word. Which in all honesty now that I know her I find truly hard to believe – the woman has an opinion on everything and isn't backwards in coming forwards. Actually I do miss her; it's really quiet without her - I keep thinking I've gone blind (work it out).

And I’ve not managed to argue and insult her that much that she’s refusing to speak to me either (yet). So never fear, those of you that read the comment box as well, I can assure you that normal hostilities with begin again shortly.

And now we can move swiftly on to the photos – yes, there are yet more of them. It’s your own fault – you knew at the start that visiting here wasn’t good for you. I'm fairly sure that there's a warning attached to me, word gets around - you should have taken more notice of it.

So it’s no use now saying; I only visited once. I don’t have a problem; I can stop anytime I want to, 'cause you can't - can you? ......as the stats counter grinds to a halt :-)


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I just sat in the field (remembering my Brownie motto, 'Be Prepared', this time I took a couple of Piriton tablets first) and watched the dogs play hide and seek in the grass last night. I don't need to exercise them, they manage perfectly well all by themselves - even Billy puts the effort in for a while.

I did say for a while, he's 14 after all - which makes him 98 in dog years. But he demands that I take him with us and the girls keep him on his toes.

In this photo he looks like he's got a pair of ill fitting false teeth!