The cliff top residence is coming on in leaps and bounds ……. I’m leaping out of the way as Lo, she is a terrible Goddess bounds towards me wielding her finely honed Sabatier chopping knife ceremonial dagger.



Personally I think the kitchen is looking great ……..



…….. and the holes for the new sockets are almost in the right place.

I can’t really see what the problem is.

(You know I'd never use my Sabatier on you, Peabrain - it would dull the edge. Lo,TG Ed)

I received a present from that lovely Northern lass 70’s the other day for fossicking in her drawers while she was off enjoying herself in Madrid.

She very kindly sent me a box of cigars that were contained in this ……….



……… with a note attached explaining that ‘it’ was knitted by her own fair hand using chopsticks. I tested her claim by holding ‘it’ near a fire and indeed the smell of sweet and sour pork balls pervaded the room.

I am now left with the problem of what to do with ‘it’. It’s sitting here at the moment staring at me and I get the feeling ‘it’ wants to be put to good use, but I’m flummoxed by how best to employ ‘it’.

Any ideas?

(I must say 'it' does look a little dejected - you haven't been singing to 'it' , have you, Peabrain? {{ that always depresses me......}} Lo,TG Ed)

With apologies to Albert Lamorisse here is the latest DP Wallpaper for you to download thus enabling you to re-decorate your computer ……..



……. and don’t forget to use plenty of glue – I could float away.

(Now there's an idea. Copious amounts of helium, injected subcutaneously, hmmm.......................... Lo,TG Ed)

I accidentally picked up some organic milk the other day at the supermarket but luckily noticed the mistake almost immediately. Since it has the same ingredients and nutritional value as ordinary milk but costs quite a lot more, I quickly put it back on the shelf.

Don’t tell me these haven’t been tampered with.

I go out of my way to avoid buying anything that is labelled ‘organic’ as I doubt there is any real added value for the price hike that they demand……..



…….. and hardcore ‘organic vegan’ fodder I only use for shed foundations.

Am I the only one that thinks like this?

(I can guarantee that no one thinks like you, Peabrain. Go and have a nice lie down. Lo,TG Ed)

Penfold seemed to think it would be lovely to have Daddy Papersurfer clones roaming the earth……….






………… please feel free to take some of my deoxyriblognucleic acid – there’s plenty available as I had curry last night.

(Dear P.
Please be more careful what you say in future. It's not at all lovely.
Yours most sincerely,
Lo,TG. Ed)

I was just going out onto the balcony overlooking the marina at the gated community for a cigar (my filthy habit is definitely not encouraged by the TG; they always have to be enjoyed al fresco. I accidentally walked into the cliff top residence the other day with a Cuban stuck in my gob and had to do a quick about-turn when I heard the dulcet tones of my beloved, “Why are you smelling in the house?”) anyway,

I stepped onto the balcony and was met by this little chap.



We are surrounded by water and there are hardly any trees – all very odd. He jumped straight onto the vertical brick wall and ran right up to the top of the apartment block, looking in every window as he scampered ……… I reckon he’d lost his nuts. I can’t see any in the photograph.