I’ve moved.

My new address is http://www.daddypapersurfer.com/ - a very upper class area indeed.



I’m very pleased to say that Penfold has at last conquered the tricky concept of ScissorShop and my new address shows the skills I have carefully taught him over the years and months.

I would be delighted if you would like to pop over although the decorating hasn’t been finished yet – I have a lot of blogrolling to complete and playing with members of my Fan Club.

Crikey, there are the links to the Fanzine to do as well ………

Never mind Rome wasn’t built in a day ………. hope to see you over there soon.

[........... and there over 550 piccies to upload and loads of missing comments ......... someone, please pass me the sofa ....... now!]

My entire staff is working overtime at the moment getting my move to being a .com up and running.



Penfold is sharpening pencils and Lo, she is a terrible Goddess has started to upload all the piccies.

I’m getting some rest ready to face the problems that will arise next week.

No-one will know where to find me, URLs under my Fan Club Badges [very sought after and extremely collectable] will have to be changed, blogrolls and goodness knows what else will have to be amended. I’ve hardly started myself on the blogroll at the new place …….. I do hope that people will be patient.

[………. and there’s the cleaning to do, and hors d’oeuvres to prepare for the opening party, wine to chill, feet to scrape ……. eeeeek, when is the party? – might be Sunday, might be Monday …….. could be later …… note to self, remember to tell everyone exactly when I’m moving as soon as I know ….]

The bill arrived today from the plumber for commissioning the new boiler at the Cliff Top Residence.



He had to turn the boiler on – but couldn't until I told him that the remote sensor needed batteries in it.

His young assistant bled the radiators and managed to spray the ceilings with very black water.

He reckoned that the paperwork would take a couple of hours …… 12 ticks and a signature.

(Don't forget to allow for the time spent licking the pencil, Peabrain. Lo,TG Ed)

£293.78p

I would have done it myself but unfortunately it’s a gas system and it’s illegal for me to touch it.

When the gas hob needs fitting, I fully intend to break the law.

[talking about gas and associated problems - have you seen this?]

Under strict instructions from Tango, Penfold bought some new socks yesterday. Now, when he wants to know what day of the week it is, all he has to do is take off a shoe.



Apparently there are Student Socks available - 12 pairs to the pack, with the month printed on each pair and Hippy Socks – one pair with the year stamped on them.

My main concern is what the heck do you do when one of the socks goes missing, as will surely happen …………
(You could end up having your feet in different decades, Peabrain......... Lo,TG Ed)

Something 70’s said the other day reminded me of an incident when I was 13 years old.

It was the day my brother was getting married. Naturally I wanted to look my best so decided to wear my new trousers (with turn-ups) and my new winkle-picker shoes - they had just come back into fashion.



We lived in a flat/apartment that had 13 very steep steps down to the front door. Somehow, at the very top of the stairs, I managed to catch one of my winkle-pickers in the trouser turn-ups and fell head over heels down the stairs, ending up on the concrete step outside; luckily the door was open.

I was completely unscathed and was only concerned that my new shoes hadn’t been spoilt... They were fine.



I’ve only just realised that my DP-ism actually started quite a long time ago …….. oh well.

I’m very lucky, Lo she is a terrible Goddess isn’t that interested in shoes.

However, there are some people out there that seem to be more than obsessed with shoes and I have no idea why.

Something practical and sensible and, most importantly, comfortable is all you need.



I suppose they tend to be attached to the ends of quite nice bits though …….. as are these.