w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"The kids at school have parents seem so cool
And though I don't want to hurt them, mine won't be their way
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother found a box of blues
And there doesn’t seem much hope, they'll let me stay."

The Who: "Cut my hair"
From the album: "Quadrophenia"

The router's lucid moments are getting ever shorter, so posting is a "publish and run" affair at the mo'

I've just bought definitely the last thing pre the FOTCR™.

The Ginger Whinger decided to run up the lounge's net curtain at 11'ish last night (I hate nets - apart from fishing ones, that is - but as we live on a traffic light-controlled junction, it's like being in a goldfish bowl without them) so I had to schlepp out at first light to find a shop which sold 8' 4" poles to replace the one she managed to snap in half.

At least she's stopped calling (for a mate) so, as that will have flushed the contraceptive pill from her body, in the immortal words of Number One Daughter, next time she's "off for a boning."

Whatever that means...

So - definitely the last pre-xmas post from me. Have a great time, drive safely, have one for me and be grateful for whatever you get.

It's a nice life, in't it?

between-chores update

And Lo! a star appeared in the East

Oops, no, it's just Number One Daughter stirring from last night's 'celebrations'

"Spannered", she calls it. We used to know it as being pi55ed!