Well, here I am, I think.
Not entirely sure what to expect from this blogger thingy, not entirely sure if my contributions of muddled thoughts, snippets of text and general rants will be of interest to anyone, but hey, you never know.
Besides, blogs I followed on AOL moved here so, here I am.
Sitting here in the middle of the last pile of packing boxes wondering what in the world possessed me...
The next time "someone" comes up with the bright idea of moving 10 days before Christmas....just line me up against a wall and shoot me please, I must have lost what few marbles I had rattling around in what passes for this brain of mine.
Sure, I will be all settled in time for Christmas, no problem.
The fact that I will now proceed to sleep through the entire holiday, waking only to take in much needed nourishment and to walk his lordship, Bertie the beloved mutt.
I will have to extend the walking regime in the evenings though, whereas I thought great, huge garden, he will love it there, in the evenings we can play football etc in the garden, ....
Well...ok so he does love the garden...there is just one tiny little hickup...
It gets dark out there in the evening!
Here we go...
Bertie is a Rhodesian Ridgeback/Great Dane/Bull Mastiff cross....the size of a small horse...
(as you can see in the picture at the top here)
He can eat a fully grown man for breakfast and still have room for his car at lunchtime.
And.... He Is Afraid of the Dark !!!
And the sound of the wind through the trees...
And wheelie bins...
And ....
Lets just say he is a bigger chicken than me.
That is until he spots the color of the postmans bag.
The sight of a representative of The Royal Mail going about his business of shoving junkmail through the letterboxes... well needless to say I have a box outside my house for the mail to go into...
That reminds me, better go put the posties card and Christmas bonus out in the box.
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