20 June 2006

Impressed with your constructions. I should check that the house is well pegged down as it might just lift off. Have you thought that sprog may have been watching daddy's building skills an has constructed a well disguised lift platform from which to fire footerballs at your wind farm?
I have two brothers neither called Barbera.

Dennis

Dear Dennis,
You could be right - I'll check the bamboo clump for iron fret-work and pulleys. My sister is called Beverley and she is not my brother who is also not called Albert.

I was startlingly awakened this morning by young Saul jumping on my bladder shouting "Daddy I need a wee wee!" Ah the joys of parenthood at it's best. I followed him down stairs and out the back door to the lavvy. Arty from next door was already installed on his throne and was warming the air from his side. "Morning Art" I called while settling Saul on the seat. "yep mornin' Davey lad" "I've got young Saul with me" I told him before he started going on about the Saphist dog next door the other side. Have you got the picture? Can you see me in your mind there Dennis?

A deep breath was summoned and I went to sign-on this afternoon. A ponytailed er ... security badged, person stopped me in my tracks and said "you can't go up there wiv no appointment know what I mean?" as I tried to go through the door as usual, to the first floor. I had the brunette with me so I had my polite but sarcastic hat on. "It's the management" he said, taking the line straight from a Monty Python sketch without so much as a by-your-leave (nor a smile). I turned and looked at the brunette "you're not Management are you darling?" she raised her eyes skyward then I confirmed it to Mr Security "no, we're not management". The security person looked puzzled for a moment but then came back with "only one can go upstairs". The brunette looked at me and said "go on, you go up and I'll wait" but I cut her off, leaned toward him and asked in my loudest whisper "which one of us do you want to go upstairs?" the brunette went and stood and examined a display of leaflets and I waved my ES40JP at the security person, thanked him for his help and slipped through the door and up the stairs. It was obviously being mulled over and sank in to his brain a few seconds later as he called up the stairs as I neared the top "OK". They are so funny, I love going there every second Tuesday.
Catch ya soon eh?
D