Blatantly Fucking Incompetent.!

On Thursday I went into hospital for my total right hip replacement surgery. I came home 10 hours later to piles of dirty dishes, dog hair all over the floor, dog food teeming with flies and no support aids.

Martian Slavery, Expecting Too Much & The Food Stalker

Irritated beyond comprehension by the lack of Bear’s control over his bloody annoying daughter, both were in the firing line of my damned-near volcanic temper.

Floodwater, Procrastination, Sports Obsession & Wedding Avoidance

Great.! Nothing like stinking, stagnant water and flying, buzzing, bitey things to contend with while you’re trying to drag sopping wet, old, deteriorating cardboard boxes away from the water, and all the crap you (Bear) were supposed to have gotten rid of down the tip, three years ago while sweating like a turkey at Thanksgiving.!

Teething, Beer Tasting & A Birthday

We ordered in Chinese for dinner last night for him, as it’s his favourite and Bear played Monopoly with them until the boy child said he was just too tired to continue.

Drawing The Line, Coming Out & Doing A Nice Thing

He wants to be buddies again, so he has someone else to talk shit to when things aren’t going his way, which if you believe a word he says, is always.

Five Days Too Many, Changing The Rules & Safety Measures

Yesterday Bear spent most of the afternoon drilling into the patio to fix metal fence post holders, to put a fence with a gate across the bottom of the patio. Pup got brave and came off the patio and went down to the next step towards the garden.

To Go Or Not To Go, That Is The Question

We don’t have a plan B for the children, and it’s only a matter of time before the Dutch government impose a travel ban. And if they do it after we’ve left the country, we may not be able to get back in, which leaves us in the lurch, stranded in the UK with no idea how long it will be until we can get home again.

Genealogy, The Mommy & Predatory Monopoly… Again.!

We played Monopoly with the kids again last night… and this time the girl child cried. I went in with a bang, with double six, double four and double two… bought the properties I landed on, then went to jail… no problem… I left them standing. 😀

Coffee Maid, Facial Cesspit & Over-Sensitivity, Perhaps.?

The boy child is already well aware that being willing to make the coffee is going to bite him on the ass… When I asked for volunteers, his sister pretended not to hear me… she’s a smart girl sometimes…

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