Monday, September 11, 2006

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Christmas shopping begins in earnest, poor Earnest

As I popped into Dingbat, Wobble and Fryers this morning I noticed Mrs Dingbat balanced precariously atop a stool, now this isn't so unusual as the poor dear is a bit touched, its' what she was doing that aroused my interest. Yes the time for Christmas shopping had arrived as she hung the Christmas puddings at a daring angle I picked up one of these delightful little pamphlets. I always buy biscuits but I can't quite see why anyone would want a camera filled with biscuites surly you'll get better quality pictures if you use film. But Moony rather fancies East and West ( it reminds her of her affair with a bedouin) and I'm spoilt for choice when it comes to little Bramwell  Posted by Picasa

That really is the last time I referee.....

This time I mean it, the little horrors at Cutting sprout girls school. Motto, Homo sum; humani nihil a me alienum puto. Rough translation; Since I am human, nothing human can be alien to me. In this village it seems so apt sometimes but even though this is my old school (now I think of it I don't remember ever turning up) I still find Mr Misery completly alien to me as he storm through the scout jamboriee shouting " This is debauched, so debauched I can hardly speak!" and the tears roll down their little faces.
Now I should'nt have been the one being carried off the field by the W.I ladies first aid but the way the swing those rackets. As I recuperated later in hospital I turned my head ( with great pain) towards Moony (eating my grapes, no surprise) and asked if we had been like that as young girls. She sighed stubbed out her ciggy before matron saw it and her eyes clouded over with memories. After a few moments she shock her head and said dryly "You were'nt." and then a moment later "Your late husband liked sporting girls, Harlot Harley was a member of the hockey club ." Moony poor demented creature that she is seems to see some kind of similarity between my beloved Woger, as he introduced himself that fateful night in 1922, the moon was full the stars were out cest la vie, and Harlots hubby Roger. But of course she's wrong my poor dear I hope he has'nt run out of sandwiches, glad I packed extra always aware of how lengthy commutes are . Ahh wel next year its her turn to keep an eye on the little "Darlings"
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I told you we had a jackal ...

Ahh the joys of pet ownership. How much they bring to our lives! Constant and faithful companions. When Moony moved into my cottage after the mysterious disapperance of the late Mr Nito, "I'll be such a comfort to you dear and ohh you'll hardly know i'm here!" I have feeling she just wanted to live rent free and as for, "you'll hardly know I'm here!", Well I have noticed Moony dearest but of course I'm not bitter, now where was I ? Ahh yes, well anyway she brought with her (amongst other things ) her pet jackal called Bunny unbelivably. What a regal nuisance. If I had known... He upset my poor little kittys, sukie has never come down from the fridge and whilst they make do of the nice cosy hearth rug here you'll see he has to have his own little throne/table/ alter to the gods. And feeding him don't even get me started he's a sacred animal so fish from the Nile caught by the blind monks of the sacred temple of wooble monday,wednesday,friday. But eagles of the sacred palace of ImenPointlessdeity on Saturdays only and ritual lambs of Doodlbooper tuesday and thursday. Don't even ask about Sundays! Some pets are close friends some need stuffing  Posted by Picasa

How I wish she'd get used to using the bus....

Here you see Mrs Moony on a little dash to the shops' it always has to be so theatrical with her why can't she just get used to taking the bus like everybody else? I take the bus. Its a wonderful mode of transport but she for some reason has to be galloping off in her little chariot which does not hold nearly as much shopping and we watch from the bus windows as she whizzes by looking so out of date. And I fear for her what if one of the wheels came of ?  Posted by Picasa