Thunderthighs
has just gone out all alone in the snow and ice to get the Observer for his
father who is lying snoring in bed
Miss
Fiddle Has he come back yet?
Bentonbag He was out for some time but has returned.
Still
in my dressing gown, Ferretfingers only just got up/bathed/dressed, Thunderthighs
just come in from trip on bus to Dinnington, Fester sorting beetles at kitchen
table.
Boatman
Sorting
beetles sounds right...
20 December 2011 at 16:41
Listening
to Piers Morgan being skewered is most enjoyable - schadenfreude at its highest
- I bet Ian Hislop has a huge grin on.
Cards
are done and Fester and Ferretfingers are taking them up to the post box in
this awful weather.
20 December 2016 at 09:41
The Tree
is decorated – mostly by Ferretfingers – it kept him occupied for quite some
time.
I’ve told
him we’ll “tinsel up the ceiling” on Wednesday afternoon – preferably after the
sweep’s been as there’s only so much chaos one room can cope with.
Today's
plan?
Tesco
with Thunderthighs, ironing and going visiting with gifts.
20 December 2024 at 20.35
"How
many jumpers do I have?"
“What?!”
"The
one I wear now is very long and the fleece I'm wearing is quite short so it
hangs about a foot out of the bottom."
“Well, if
you can possibly remember, what colour is the one you're wearing now?”
"What
colour? I don't know from colour. Oh you mean the beige and brown one."
“Yes. You've also got the beetles one.”
"The
beetles one! What beetles one?"
“The one
I knit you! That beetles one.”
"Oh
that one ... Where is it?"
“How
should I know?! ... In your f*cking wardrobe.”
Grown
man, three degrees, I swear he's getting worse.
However
much booze he gets me for Christmas it's not enough!
Jay Mural We have
similar conversations. You are not alone
Bentonbag Thank you
for that. Shall we set up a support
group?
Jay Mural I think we should, I expect there
are many people suffering out there!
No comments:
Post a Comment