Due to the excitement caused by nominations for The Big Blogger house I have noticed an increase (at least one or two. Lo, TG Ed.) in the number of stalkers prowlers avid readers. For those of you as yet unacquainted with Daddy Papersurfer's family, it might help to go through the portal on the right, signposted Who's Who. On the other hand it might not.

I've been putting this off long enough. I didn't want to reveal too much about home life. It's a case of procrastination, procrastination.......................procrastination. Anyway here goes.



Most days Lo, the terrible Goddess and I have a yawning competition. The first one to yawn, loses. Unaccountably I have a 100% record of success.
This morning, for instance, I only had to mention the weather five times before she caved. I was really quite subtle. In between interesting stuff like grouting, the state of the shed and how many socks I had left in the drawer, I slipped in "It's very damp today". Fifth time lucky, a reflex ginian.

The danger is going just a tad too far and achieving irritation. This seems to happen quite a lot. I've learnt that the best way, if you reach this stage, is to pull out all the stops and aim for comatose. Recently I seem to have acquired the knack (I'd say it was completely instinctive. Lo, TG Ed.) and have been saving a lot of money on shin pads.

There, I've shared now and I must say I feel much better. It's a bit damp today though.

(I'm beginning to find a synoptic chart quite absorbing - that's worrying, isn't it? Lo TG Ed.)


Blow up the .............................yawn.................thanks