Lines from my DS lite

If this works it'll be a blody miracle.

Nostalgia

What to watch.....?

I know

BATMAN

Not the new one, or the one with the doctor fella (although I did like Solaris) and definitely not the one with the kids is it (thrush and whacked girl).

NO!

The first one and the only one.

It's showing it's age a bit but by Bob it's still got it.

That being said I still would LOVE to get my mits on a badge that says....


Still haven't seen that movie, speaking of movies back to BATMAN.

Hmmmm

As soon as I get permission for a few things I'll post. Promice.

Also the pics I want are on the mac and I'm in the wrong room.

And in the wrong frame of mind, ie too lazy right now.

Bazilions and Bazilions. For T.

XxX

WW

Hiya.

Can't stop, just a quickie to let you know I'm still about and that T 's friend hasn't had me off'd.

Erm......

Joined "Fat Fighters" 4 days ago and am on the points plan. I have so many points I'm finding it hard to use them all up each day. I have to either eat 3 lard sarnies a day or (and this is my favourite) get hooped every night* (that I'm not with T). I reckon I might drop a jeans size in a month or two, my doctor will be ecstatic as will be my body.

Still loved up with T, BIG TIME.

The boys turned 10 the other day but it feels longer, probably something to do with all the not so subtle reminders, the pleading for stuff, the begging, the strops, the THREE PARTIES!!!!
Those boys have such a hectic social swirl that it's sometimes difficult to keep up with them.
When I turned ten I got a stick and hoop and a thick ear.
Mini football stars, love 'em.

As I sit and write this I've still got my slap on.
Going to a do for Halloween as uncle Fester, see.....


There is some video too, but blogger is having some issues at the moment, so no video for you lot. Sos, all complaints to google please.

Anyway I have a big black robe too, cost a small fortune but I'm sure I'll get to wear it again, even if it's only to be buried in it.

I'm still unemployed. But lets face it I haven't been knocking myself out trying to get a job now have I. At least I can say I'm not a drain on the welfare state as I have been living off my savings and meagre pension. I'll need a job within the next 4 months tho, otherwise it's the workhouse for yours truly.

Bought the young ones on iTunes a few days ago and I look forward to seeing the ones I missed, got series one and two for under 20 quid.
Bill may have pissed me off, enough to turn one laptop into a linux machine but Mr Jobbs is screwing the Brits big time, apple just swap the dollar sign for a pound sign and screw the exchange rate, effers!" iTunes bites.

Before I go....

I love you T, loads and loads.

smooches













* I have moved away from beer and moved to gin and zero cal tonic, yay.

Many apple ogies fwor de inkonweenience

Many who pop by these random mutterings will have noticed that I appeared to have had a major falling out with my beloved "T" the other day.

And in a way we did.

She was trying to be spontaneous and funny via text messaging, unfortunately my stupid gland had flared up and I didn't get it.

Then I said something REALLY EFFIN' STUPID!

And things spiralled out of control there for a while and all this just after opening my pie hole a few days earlier and saying the most insensitive things in front of one of her friends, who is now convinced I need a slow drawn out death starting as soon as is demoniacally possible.

So it can be put down to a lack of inter-relationship communication skills, mostly but not wholly on my part.

When I was in the RN my comms skills where very good, but then it was either telling someone to do or not do something, telling a superior officer (politely) why he/she was wrong and therefore a danger to us all, or filling out work completion orders and ordering stores.

Nowhere in all my adult experience have I had to think of feelings (including my own, I found some last month), have to say sorry so many times and wash what I say to another adult through so many mental filters.

For these things and my many other grievous faults I am sorry Tracy. Remember that I do love you for all but 0.001%, for that one small part I still want to boil you in oil, but it's the 99.999% that matters.

SMOOCHES


I love you and I'm very, very, very, VERY sorry.
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