Stuff
Lets see, not much to update with, but while I'm making entries on a regular basis, I ought to try and keep things moving.
Not done much really. Thursday/Friday did some priming in the bog and some other odds and sods. Moving things along now. Friday night I went up to Liverpool to see Vicki. Didn't do much as although I've now got employment again as of Monday, I have got to make it last until I get paid with the new job, and I don't know when that is yet.
For some reason, Saturday I had bad guts. Worse than normal, and they didn't half stink. Something to do with the lassie I ate on Saturday and the few tinnies on top I think. Just didn't work. This followed through (no pun intended) Sunday as well.
On Saturday, while trawling around the remains at Asda in Liverpool seeing what the scousers has left for us to buy, we were trying to decide what to get for dinner. The frash pasta stuff was on offer so we decided on that. Next job, some sauce to go over it. I suggested the four cheese pot. I took it off the shelf and peered through the lid. My next comment of "it looks like someone has wanked into the pot" didn't go at all well. Suffice to say we won't ever be having that ever again.
Caught up on some of the TV stuff I'd brought with me, watched a few filums, and weekend over. As I havn't started at the new job yet, I stayed over until Monday morning and left around lunchtime.
Got home, old man went to work and I waited for the geezer to come and swap the electric meter as ours is on the blink. No one turned up. When they were booked, it was "anytime between 12 and 8PM". Thats a long time if you have got things to do. Even BT, who are a nightmare with times etc can do better than that.
Nevermind.
Off to bed. Need to get a few things done tomorrow, and hopefully the postie will bring me some of the goodies I've ordered.
Not done much really. Thursday/Friday did some priming in the bog and some other odds and sods. Moving things along now. Friday night I went up to Liverpool to see Vicki. Didn't do much as although I've now got employment again as of Monday, I have got to make it last until I get paid with the new job, and I don't know when that is yet.
For some reason, Saturday I had bad guts. Worse than normal, and they didn't half stink. Something to do with the lassie I ate on Saturday and the few tinnies on top I think. Just didn't work. This followed through (no pun intended) Sunday as well.
On Saturday, while trawling around the remains at Asda in Liverpool seeing what the scousers has left for us to buy, we were trying to decide what to get for dinner. The frash pasta stuff was on offer so we decided on that. Next job, some sauce to go over it. I suggested the four cheese pot. I took it off the shelf and peered through the lid. My next comment of "it looks like someone has wanked into the pot" didn't go at all well. Suffice to say we won't ever be having that ever again.
Caught up on some of the TV stuff I'd brought with me, watched a few filums, and weekend over. As I havn't started at the new job yet, I stayed over until Monday morning and left around lunchtime.
Got home, old man went to work and I waited for the geezer to come and swap the electric meter as ours is on the blink. No one turned up. When they were booked, it was "anytime between 12 and 8PM". Thats a long time if you have got things to do. Even BT, who are a nightmare with times etc can do better than that.
Nevermind.
Off to bed. Need to get a few things done tomorrow, and hopefully the postie will bring me some of the goodies I've ordered.