So here am I, Saturday morning, attempting to get out before it starts bloody raining again.
So, why, you ask, I am sat typing this? I have no logical or plausible answer to that question. It’s as likely as not that I’m struck by the need to put something on my blog. I am, as it were an inconsistent blogger.
My regular visitor(s) will have noticed that there are plenty of Daily Mash articles – all of them very funny – but not nearly enough from me. No doubt Google Ads will notice soon, and my account with them will be suspended.
Not that that should be too much of a problem, as I’m just not making the bucks from that particular income stream. Or, in actual fact from any income stream whatever!
Anyway, enough of this nonsense. It’s back to work on Monday after a week off with the teen / almost-teen fruit of my loins. It’s been a curious sort of week. They have been with me this week, and I have been cursing the fact that I can’t watch what I want to on the telly and I can’t “go on the computer” when ever I want to. But now they’re back at their mother’s for the week and it’s, like, kinda too quiet here…