Keep Calm and Carry On

Well, I haven't got anything happening right now, so I'm chanelling Mortimer for this entry. All part of Marn's Birthday celebrations of course.

Finally! She's gardeining right now, so I've got some privacy to actually write something.

I've got Zubby acting look-out for me. He's a good kid, though he's got a little self-important following his field promotion in the Great Grey Squirrel War of 2001. 'Course, he's mostly still his down-to-earth lovable self. Except for the cat-breath. Never pleasant first thing in the morning. And the dribbling? Don't get me started, eh?

Dutchie would never forgive me if I didn't mention her, the love-cow of my dreams. Married life is certainly agreeing with me and I seem to have put on a few ounces. What can you do?

But it looks like Marn's coming back - Zubby just flicked his ear at me. An undeniable signal, I think.

So I'll sign off now and flop down by the keyboard. Marn didn't leave me here, but I love to add a touch of the surreal to her day...