16 June 2006

Hi my nearly geek friend,
Life is certainly looking good this morning. On a walk of the neighbourhood I spied a discarded Venetian blind in a front garden propped against a wheelie bin, I knocked the door and asked if I could have it and they said yes! It is a bit grubby but it’ll clean up just nice and I only want a few of the slats to use as turbine blades. Then, I was up in our loft searching for things to sell on the ebay and found an old tin marked “coins”. I eagerly brought it downstairs and cut it open with the brunettes’ best scissors. Out tumbled several twenty pence pieces, a few five pence’s, one’s, two’s a paper clip and a florin! There isn’t quite enough for a tin of cat food but we’re certainly on the way!! My MP hasn’t replied to my email regarding the Benefits people but it was quite a tome so he’s probably getting one of his researchers to read it for him. I brought up quite a few points but left out the tussle with the traffic warden and that unfortunate incident with the rubber pigeon decoy in the magistrates’ court at my council tax hearing. Have you tried dropping a “Minto” into a bottle of coke? It goes mad!! Something to do with the coating causing the carbon dioxide to very rapidly exit the cola! Brunette got her results yesterday and achieved the impossible – we go to watch her pick up her degree at the end of the month. I’ll take my camera as there’s always some idiot with a backless gown and no pants trying to get a laugh, you know what students are like. So it is one year of post grad to go and I can stop walking on eggshells and going to bed on my own whilst the brunette burns the midnight oil. It is fathers day on Sunday – a sad day as my grown up kids (with the red-head) won’t speak to me but then a happy day as Saul (of brunette issue) makes me laugh so much. I was showing him a butterfly last evening in the garden and pointing out it’s antennae and wings and we agreed it was very pretty but then he bounced the football on it and said “it’s gone now”. I don’t know which is worse, that or laughing at the cats as they jump around the garden trying to catch and chew them. We found some caterpillar eggs neatly arranged on one of the leaves of my tomato plants and we both examined them through a magnifying glass. Saul wanted to eat them but when I said “yes go on then” and stood back, he eyed me suspiciously and didn’t try them. Apparently Eingerland played a match of footerballs and won yesterday which is good from what I understand from the neighbour and from whom I refused, several times, a swig from his tin of special brew. I haven’t managed to find out what team they were playing or in what league but I’ll try to keep you informed if you’re interested.