Everybody wants to rule the world.....
....Tears for Fears, Especially Donald Trump. Holy shit-what a loon. Why just stop at banning Muslims from 'Murica? What about men/women with a tan or a moustache? The Queen- she's partial to a headscarf, The Dalai Lama, He wears robes, Bound to be a Muslim. How does one spot a Muslim? is it the second head or the evil red glowing eyes? Why stop with Muslims, what about atheists? They're probably secret Muslims, and ginger-haired people, obviously Muslims. It's quite impressive for one man to have so much hate and bile wrapped up in a strangely coiffed head!
Enough. Now the weather, I know the English have a certain notoriety for banging on about the weather, but honestly, The weather is c..c..c...crazy at the mo! None of the garden plants are thinking of dying down, the pond lilies are putting out new leaves, The daff leaves are growing alarmingly and the Blackbirds are already fighting for next seasons prime real (nesting) estate. Tis most perturbing!
We, well me, are getting on with the Crimble prep. Himself has buggered off to Germany, For the second time in a week, maybe he's a secret lederhosen wearer, or an Angela Merkel fangirl. Not sure which is worse. I shall prepare a list of "To Do's" for when he gets back. He likes lists. I like lists, but I add things- to- do that I've already done. This may be called cheating.....
I have successfully avoided several Christmas events already. I like going out for meals with friends from various sew-y clubs, but what I don't like is generic crimble grub. Expensive and usually quite grim. Plus all the other "jolly" diners, who look like they'd rather be somewhere else, and the poor staff with the pasted-on grins. No no no. We've had yet another restaurant fire in our little town, it's starting to be a crimble tradition! This one does seem to be a genuine fire and not an insurance job.
Well, yet again I have a bun with my name on it- nomnomnom time.
I'll see thee.
Enough. Now the weather, I know the English have a certain notoriety for banging on about the weather, but honestly, The weather is c..c..c...crazy at the mo! None of the garden plants are thinking of dying down, the pond lilies are putting out new leaves, The daff leaves are growing alarmingly and the Blackbirds are already fighting for next seasons prime real (nesting) estate. Tis most perturbing!
We, well me, are getting on with the Crimble prep. Himself has buggered off to Germany, For the second time in a week, maybe he's a secret lederhosen wearer, or an Angela Merkel fangirl. Not sure which is worse. I shall prepare a list of "To Do's" for when he gets back. He likes lists. I like lists, but I add things- to- do that I've already done. This may be called cheating.....
I have successfully avoided several Christmas events already. I like going out for meals with friends from various sew-y clubs, but what I don't like is generic crimble grub. Expensive and usually quite grim. Plus all the other "jolly" diners, who look like they'd rather be somewhere else, and the poor staff with the pasted-on grins. No no no. We've had yet another restaurant fire in our little town, it's starting to be a crimble tradition! This one does seem to be a genuine fire and not an insurance job.
Well, yet again I have a bun with my name on it- nomnomnom time.
I'll see thee.
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