Oh Gods, I’m bored.

I can’t do this ‘time off’ thing – after a couple of days I always get to this point. I’m bored but at the same time I don’t really have the energy or inclination to actually do anything about it, other than moan about the fact that is.

But first and foremost Montgomery Street have updated. I’ve now read all of the new stories and although I’ve tried very hard to get another snippet out of Sulya, she’s having none of it. Hard woman. You’d think she’d look after her readership better than that, wouldn't you?

So I’m still bored…..

We could play a game if you like. No, not can you see the face in the tree trunk – I’m bored with that too, although this tree reminded me of a peacock....

This game is called ‘who said that?’ Not that you lot seem to understand the concept of joining in, but here goes:

I was told ‘Go and attend to your blog then. Seeing as it's been almost a week since you passed that way.’ Yes very helpful that - but don’t let it be said I don’t do as I’m told, so here I am. I’ve blogged. Satisfied now?

The other suggestion was ‘OK, then, go and pick one thing from each room, put it on table and take some photos. Still Lifes’. So I’ve done that too:

My wooden duck, my empty Pepsi can, and Scally’s empty fudge packet. It’s her birthday soon and the fudge was part of her present, until I ate it that is. Yes, I’m replacing it – if only because she’ll really be able to thump me in two weeks time. Threats are all well and good when you know that person is hundreds of miles away – a foot away is a different matter altogether.

Pooks is back at work and rushed off her feet getting everything ready for the return of students in September, the college computer system is down so I’m unable to drive her to distraction during the day. Mind you, it could be that the computers are just fine and she’s just saying that to hide from me…

So what have I done this week so far, other than clean the bathroom top to bottom?

I have had a lovely few days with Himself and I’ll leave how we passed the time to your imagination – knowing you lot and your mucky minds you won’t go far wrong.

We did go out for the day on Sunday to Baddesley Clinton, the home of twelve generations of Ferrers since 1517. Apparently the house has remained mostly unaltered for the last 500 years. The house has 3 priest holes and during the Reformation was a haven for persecuted Catholics.

And I found a way around the no photographing inside – I brought two postcards.


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Looking through some old photographs today I found one of George as a duckling, I must have taken it one lunch time when I came home from work so that he could have a paddle.

Ahhhh, bless…

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You know, I was dared the other day by Pooks, (yes, I’ve no hesitation dropping you in it – you’ve left me to my own devises today so it’s your own fault) to warn everyone out there about the dangers of leaving your suitcase unattended at the airport. Not just unattended you understand .... more totally abandoned.

It could happen you know. You get a message on your mobile after you have walked past customs. It’s only natural that you’d put the suitcase down and answer the mobile… then continue to walk out of the airport leaving the suitcase on the floor. Good job it wasn’t blown up really.

Right, I win the bet – what’s my prize? And it better be worth it, especially when she sees what I've written here. So cough up the goodies or I could make your life even more painful than it is already.