There’s one farmer here, his brother is a BBC News special correspondent. Wasn’t him put the word out I’d squished the weasel, though. And it was an accident, I wasn’t even supposed to be on that lane and it was dark. But you know, 3 pints is 3 pints. 😉
Evening James. Braver than I. I think if people have a belief and that makes them a better person for it, fine. I also think generally it makes them a more judgemental person. So I say nowt. On a lot of G stuff. Shame, it used to be fun. Hope you are still enjoying Paris/ee?
It’s 3:31, I think we turn our clocks back this weekend…nn x 🙂
sleeps, I hate to bring this up, but men around here have been known to use the phrase ‘drain the weasel’…sorry 🙂
No, honest, it was not that kind of weasel. I thought it was a squirrel. And the beer was a reward later, not the cause, and came over about 3 weeks
Inty, aarghhh, which 3.31? pm, yes must be pm so 10.31 here, you’re now 7 hours behind. Right, head around that. Almost. x
Too late but …
Films/songs which appeal to furniture-maker folk.
Soz. Been busy doing n stuff n wotsits.
And for those with certain tendencies….Chucky
OK. Confoosded myself, there…
Kat von D, Va(r)nish?
Hallowe’en in Banff or Jasper, Alberta where these do tend to roam the streets:
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables (Les Mis)?
Love dat moose pic.
Hehe. Inty, I remember, half a lifetime ago, when Milton Keynes was just being built, we got gypsy horses wandering. Me and then bf tried to get to a club one night only to be stopped by police, road closed, wandering horses and a young policewoman, prob my age at the time, with not a clue what to do and terrified of them. I said “Have you got a rope?”, she brought the rope, I slipped it over their heads and led them all back onto the land they should have been on. Sometimes, if you led the right one, 3 or 4 others would just follow. My shoes were buggered, though. Do mooses do getting roped?
At the quiz we try to do variations of Smack My Bitch Up.
G put Smooth My Birch Up.
I hope it got a larf at least.
Mooseseses are for hanging your smalls on, not ropes … silly.
Now know that accidental paw treadage results in a yelp that could shatter glass.
Oooh, Derren Brown…
Biscuit’s being unusally vocal tonight, Justa …. Not cos I’ve trodden on him though …
He is extra happy and loving at the mo.
I’m on Dave ja vu at the mo.
Don’t distract me: I have a bottle of wine to try to finish.
(Well, somebody has to do it.)
Could you put Bikki on the phone to Kit, Sleeps? Cos Bikki is clearly glad you’re home. Whereas it’s Titten’s tactic to chastise me for ages when I leave him.
You haven’t read “The Book”, 51.
You give then loads of attention when you get back … even if they don’t really seem to want it … they do really. Approach them on their level for a while.
Nah. Bikki’s a super softie even though he’s now a teen.
He bites gently as a cat-hug … which took a bit of explaining to, and bravery from, H.
Did I miss something (not having read back)?
Oh hang on.
Is that the time?
I’ll be turning into a pumpkin soon so best be orf.
He is such a pudding, though. I just say “I had to, mate”, he says “let me scratch your bedleg then”, I go “Ok”, that’s sort of it. 😉 x
4. You can catch it on 4+1 if you miss it.
It still stinks in here.
Of horse manure perhaps?
Blog at WordPress.com.