Storm Ciara has decided to pay us a visit. Who makes up these names.? Do they get paid to.? Is there going to be a Storm Colin or a Hurricane Nigel at some point.?
Category Archives: It’s Questionable
Back Pain, Moth Holes & Hot Chilli Peppers
He eats Vindaloo like it’s korma and ate a big bowl of chicken wings that had been spiced with Carolina Reaper peppers while we were in Prague a couple of years ago.
Buddy, Bear, Brexit and Learning To Speak Dutch
I got a Brexit letter yesterday from the local council, telling me that as some point between now and December 31 2020 I will be invited to apply for permanent residency in the Netherlands.
Vegans, Writing and Competitive Plushies
He said it was okay to bring meat and vegetarian stuff, but I’d find that quite offensive when everyone I know knows I’m vegan and then brings animal flesh and produce into my home.
Rheumatoid Jalapeno’s, Politics & Being Random
Dinner’s done and cooling, ready to go in a container for Bear to take to work. I made a North African Shakshuka today, that’s accompanied by Greek yoghurt and a toasted Turkish flatbread with Italian olive oil.
Alien Concepts, Killer Mould and Talking Bollocks.!
It also means he won’t be calling me to talk bollocks for 3 hours or more until he gets a new one, and I mean that in a loving, motherly way…
Monday Morning Perkiness and Other Sadistic Tendencies
How did I know this would be his first port of call.? It’s ALWAYS his first port of call. He has a thing for sticking needles in me. He knows I hate the things. That’s why he does it. Bloody sadist.
Me. Walking. And Ducks.
And I walked. And I got further than I thought I would before my hip started bitching… but once started the other hip and then my knee chimed in with their 2 cents, and then I ran out of energy…
Calcific Tendonitis and Foods That Start With C
I’m already doing a great T-Rex impersonation, with the very short range I have with my arms and the limited use. I can’t lift anything heavier than a few items of clothing, can’t put my arms behind my back, or my hands behind my head to brush my hair…
Like Getting Blood Out Of A Stone
So far, Bear seems to think I’m psychic and will understand all once I initiate my super powers and read his bloody mind… not that I’d get much enlightenment from doing that, if I even could…
Dear Diary... 