Guess what. My bread maker has died.
Well and truly popped its clogs. It is no moar. It is an ex-bread maker. Continue reading “Toast”
Tonight there is a fantastic moon, staring in at the window as I write. It was apparently at its fullest around 6 earlier on this evening: it looks magnificent amongst the few silver-lit clouds . Last night it lit my way home on a mile and half walk through the village, which has very few street lights, throwing a very strong moon shadow. Continue reading “Mooning around”
I wonder who came up with the idea that Sunday isn’t Sunday without a full roast for lunch.
It’s Sunday! Day of rest! So let’s spend half of it preparing a huge meal that we don’t really need, and the other half dealing with the unholy amount of washing up that such a meal generates.
Spousal unit does the roast, and then floops about in ostentatious exhaustion. That effing roast would need way more trimmings to match up to the twenty other meals I cook during the week, mate.
Interesting but quite absurd situation Elsewhere. The Spammers seem to be winning, despite emails and entreaties; Blog Central seems unable to deal with the problem.
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So fair is Square and what’s her sin?
That Queen is also in the bin.
The dreaded Minotaur is out,
The rules they set, they now just flout.
I know I’m but a little voice,
But now we have a dreadful choice:
Do we take this and subside,
Or maybe fight and side by side.
We’ll make these fools eat humble pie
I say fight and do or die. Naught to lose
But lots to gain, and that is surely worth the pain.
A flood of prose could do the trick,
But poetry is much more slick
A round of verse is what we need
Together we will all succeed.
In showing them we are a force
We will defeat them in due course.
Whoever they are!