Monthly Archives: August 2019
Another good week. Penny survived the camp out with Annabelle, we had a great couple of outings while she was here and the builders continue to make progress, albeit slowly with a few steps backwards from time to time, on the kitchen extension. We’ll be in by Christmas 2021 no problem! Continue reading
When Diane found out she was pregnant, she told the good news to anyone who would listen. But her 4-year-old son overheard some of her parents’ private conversations. One day when Diane and her 4-year-old were shopping a woman asked the little boy if he was excited about the new baby.
“Yes!” the 4-year-old said, “and I know what we are going to name it, too. If it’s a girl we’re going to call her Christina, and if it’s another boy we’re going to call it quits!” Continue reading
Another good week – decent enough weather, good progress on the building site and Annabelle is coming for a sleepover this evening. What’s not to like? Continue reading
Showing his friend around his home, Fred started to point out all of the collectibles he and his wife had acquired over their long years of marriage.
“The day before I die, I’d like to sell every piece we’ve got just to see how much it’s all worth.”
“But you couldn’t possibly know the day before you were going to die, so how could you sell it.”
“Simple… If I sell it, my wife would kill me!” Continue reading
Good week on the whole – we baby sat one of our favourite canine companions for an over-nighter while his parents were away, there’s been good progress on the building, we are close to a resolution of the Mystery of the Missing Medications, the Conservatives lost a by-election and now have a working majority of just one and, although we had some genuinely crappy weather in the early part of the week, the picture has steadily improved with some warm sunshine towards the end of the week. We must be grateful for small mercies. Continue reading
My friend asked his father-in-law, a crop duster, how his day had gone.
“I had just the worst day,” replied the man. “This morning I was up in my plane dusting a field when I nicked a power line and damaged the wing on the plane. When I got back to the office, my boss chewed me out. Then the guy from the FAA chewed me out.
“On my way home, I stopped at a bar and was handed a warm beer. So I yelled at the bartender, ‘Don’t you have any cold beer?!’
“The bartender said, ‘Sorry, but we’ve been out of electricity all day ever since some idiot crop-duster hit a power line down the road.'” Continue reading