Welcome disciples of Wednesday!
This is set to be another enthralling insight, into the excitement of my life. So where to begin? At the beginning of course! (It is after all, a very good place to start). The beginning in this instance is last Wednesday when I promised you a picture of my massive mince pie! (That is in no way a euphemism). Well here it is and as expected it is half eaten! (Also not a euphemism!)
It was the size of a plate! I can say this with some confidence as I made it on the plate and it filled the plate ;thus it was a scientific measurement...The Plate: The Standard Unit of Measurement (S.U.M.) of circular area abv: Pl.
I must also apologise for my rather dashed blog last week however, Wednesday was ubber busy for me, and my computer was playing up meaning editing my submission for the challenge was almost impossible. I was extremely stressed! =o(
Thursday and Friday passed with little incidence other than: The Trout hurrying herself around making sure I had plenty stocked up (more than the 20 visitor reserve) as she was leaving for a long weekend around her Birthday on the Monday. She also insisted on meal planning the 4 days in which I would be by myself in order to prevent me from starving to death. It only occurred to her late on Friday that I had actually lived 120 miles away from home for 3 years without dying of hunger! I also spent this time organising her card and the joint present me and my sister got her. This turned out to be a major military operation as; my sister had to get in the house, deposit it up in my room and then leave, while I sat and ensured the Trout was distracted, without her realising any of it happened. Add on to this the fact we had bought her a printer/scanner/fax machine/camera bay all-in-one jobbie...it was bloody massive!
Saturday; I spent the afternoon with my Father and my Pocket-Sized-Nanny. (I realised I haven't explained why I call her this...if you've been wondering/care ask and I will explain in next weeks post!) This was very pleasant. However, it transpired that the Trout's other half (not my Dad) was called in to work which meant they wouldn't be leaving for this long weekend she was going on until the Sunday. I watched her mood fall all through the day...I could sense a storm cloud in my otherwise pleasant skied weekend!
I was awoken on Sunday morning in a manner I would not have chosen to be...Picture if you will, you are warm and cosy, wrapped in a thick duvet in a cold room. I love a warm bed in a cold room...I rarely put a radiator on in my bedroom and often sleep with the window open in the winter. =oP Anyway, all of a sudden your bedroom door crashes open and the Trout loudly, and at the speed of someone who has recorded themselves on a cassette then replayed the tape with the play button only half pressed down, shouts; "WHAT TIME ARE YOU GOING OUT WITH YOUR FATHER!?".
Under the influence of my first reaction I screamed like a little girl on a carnival ghost train. Under the influence of my second reaction I toppled sidewards out of my bed, shoulders first. Under the influence of the result of my second reaction I screamed louder and lower like a tenner dropping a box on his foot! All in all I wasn't happy. I had wedged myself upside-down between my bed and my bedside drawers!
When I got out and managed finally to talk to her it transpired that the day before I had said that I was going to play golf on Sunday, I had meant (saying it on a Saturday) the next Sunday. She had took it to mean THAT Sunday aka "Tomorrow".
***A quick question at this point: If someone said to you "I'm going to go out on Thursday" and it was Wednesday aka today; would you think they meant the Thursday known as Tomorrow or the Thursday after? I'm just interested so answer honestly...I'll start using dates with her if there is going to be this type of confusion often! =oP.***
I had overslept which, annoyed me as I was going to make her breakfast in bed. I then decided just to make her breakfast...My God in hindsight I wish I hadn't! I got dressed and went downstairs and sat with her talking for a bit then told her I'd start the bacon and eggs off. She (in her foul mood) turns and tells me she'll do it because I won't implying I'm too lazy to. CRACK RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE There's that damn storm I predicted!
We didn't talk again until Tuesday except for the text I sent on Monday wishing her a Happy Birthday. When she came back she apologised, I accepted then we went to Worcester to see my Sister and have a meal. At this point we somehow inherited two incredibly naughty dogs! My Sister has gone to Cardiff to see Lee Evans live, tonight, with her other and much better half and so; the dogs have been re-homed with me and the Trout until Friday! This means I have to walk them, feed them, clean them, and watch them as even though I don't get a say in whether or not we have them, I am the only one who will! =oP.
Finally, (I know this is an epic post already but I am nearly finished...I promise!) my phone has started doing this really annoying thing this week...It must have started some time around Thursday but I didn't notice it until yesterday...It keeps taking screenshots of my screensaver and keypad locked screens..I'm not sure what causes it all I know I that when I discovered it had been happening I was met with over 370 pictures in my "images" folder =oO it took me an hour to clear them all out >=o[ I was not a happy bunny! (And I am aware Hallowe'en is over but I only change my background when I have a new picture I like...)
Well I'm sorry this post was a little ranty...okay a lot ranty then...but it has been a nasty week =oP I'm still smiling though...the pills are working wonders!
Your ever humble blogger,
Lovely Jubley Alikay
This is set to be another enthralling insight, into the excitement of my life. So where to begin? At the beginning of course! (It is after all, a very good place to start). The beginning in this instance is last Wednesday when I promised you a picture of my massive mince pie! (That is in no way a euphemism). Well here it is and as expected it is half eaten! (Also not a euphemism!)
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| So Tasty We Just Couldn't Help Ourselves! (No euphemisms!) |
I must also apologise for my rather dashed blog last week however, Wednesday was ubber busy for me, and my computer was playing up meaning editing my submission for the challenge was almost impossible. I was extremely stressed! =o(
Thursday and Friday passed with little incidence other than: The Trout hurrying herself around making sure I had plenty stocked up (more than the 20 visitor reserve) as she was leaving for a long weekend around her Birthday on the Monday. She also insisted on meal planning the 4 days in which I would be by myself in order to prevent me from starving to death. It only occurred to her late on Friday that I had actually lived 120 miles away from home for 3 years without dying of hunger! I also spent this time organising her card and the joint present me and my sister got her. This turned out to be a major military operation as; my sister had to get in the house, deposit it up in my room and then leave, while I sat and ensured the Trout was distracted, without her realising any of it happened. Add on to this the fact we had bought her a printer/scanner/fax machine/camera bay all-in-one jobbie...it was bloody massive!
Saturday; I spent the afternoon with my Father and my Pocket-Sized-Nanny. (I realised I haven't explained why I call her this...if you've been wondering/care ask and I will explain in next weeks post!) This was very pleasant. However, it transpired that the Trout's other half (not my Dad) was called in to work which meant they wouldn't be leaving for this long weekend she was going on until the Sunday. I watched her mood fall all through the day...I could sense a storm cloud in my otherwise pleasant skied weekend!
I was awoken on Sunday morning in a manner I would not have chosen to be...Picture if you will, you are warm and cosy, wrapped in a thick duvet in a cold room. I love a warm bed in a cold room...I rarely put a radiator on in my bedroom and often sleep with the window open in the winter. =oP Anyway, all of a sudden your bedroom door crashes open and the Trout loudly, and at the speed of someone who has recorded themselves on a cassette then replayed the tape with the play button only half pressed down, shouts; "WHAT TIME ARE YOU GOING OUT WITH YOUR FATHER!?".
Under the influence of my first reaction I screamed like a little girl on a carnival ghost train. Under the influence of my second reaction I toppled sidewards out of my bed, shoulders first. Under the influence of the result of my second reaction I screamed louder and lower like a tenner dropping a box on his foot! All in all I wasn't happy. I had wedged myself upside-down between my bed and my bedside drawers!
When I got out and managed finally to talk to her it transpired that the day before I had said that I was going to play golf on Sunday, I had meant (saying it on a Saturday) the next Sunday. She had took it to mean THAT Sunday aka "Tomorrow".
***A quick question at this point: If someone said to you "I'm going to go out on Thursday" and it was Wednesday aka today; would you think they meant the Thursday known as Tomorrow or the Thursday after? I'm just interested so answer honestly...I'll start using dates with her if there is going to be this type of confusion often! =oP.***
I had overslept which, annoyed me as I was going to make her breakfast in bed. I then decided just to make her breakfast...My God in hindsight I wish I hadn't! I got dressed and went downstairs and sat with her talking for a bit then told her I'd start the bacon and eggs off. She (in her foul mood) turns and tells me she'll do it because I won't implying I'm too lazy to. CRACK RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE There's that damn storm I predicted!
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| Incredibly Naughty Dogs! Sasha (Von Smasher) and Indie (Pop) |
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| One Of 372 Pictures Of My Screen! Stupid Phone! |
Well I'm sorry this post was a little ranty...okay a lot ranty then...but it has been a nasty week =oP I'm still smiling though...the pills are working wonders!
Your ever humble blogger,
Lovely Jubley Alikay
Personally, I'd think Thursday as in tomorrow.
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