I have spent so long wandering about blog land that I have quite forgotten what I came in for.
The application of two large glasses of a liquid something red in a glass that costs £2.49 from the Co-op has also jellied part of my brain and rendered me numb down one side of the face. I'm sure it has also aided in the acquisition of a hurty shoulder. It cannot be RSI paralysing my mouse click nerve after reading 345 blogs, but commenting only on one or possibly two.
Actually I think my eyes might be bleeding as well.
Anyway, after reading so many interesting days I can barely recall my own. What I can remember of the last 24 hours is that today was Mummy School, following Squirrel's humble apology of yesterday. This means driving a total of three hours on a round trip to the Black Country Living History Museum. This was excellent fun and proper school. Homebound, there may have been a fight between Shark and Tiger on the M6, but due to foresight, I had my iPod charged up, plugged in, and on.
The other incident I should report, in case the police are later involved, is finding a gas man locked in the yard. He was scratching at the back door with his fingernails. Why didn't he knock at the door? If you got locked in a yard, wouldn't you knock? Dig says he let a gas man in on Monday. This gas man I found on Tuesday. I don't know whether it's the same one. But when I let him out, he sure did run.
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3 comments:
Ah, the blog world blindness. It happens to me occasionally.
Glad you and the kiddos had a good day out and about learning useful things.
And hey, maybe you should keep a food bowl in the back yard if you're gonna keep gas men back there!
I wonder whether he felt obliged to change his meter reading in the early hours?
Tipsy blogging - love that.
Where on earth did you find the time to blog yourself in to a stupor ? Amazing. Are you sharing vino w/ lil' grits ?
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