I’ve been watching Springwatch. Those baby chicks are just like my kids. Always got their mouths open, always wanting feeding.
I think I should have gone down the cuckoo route.
It’s only just sank in, while reading something tonight, that 1979 was FORTY years ago.
That’s a hell of a lot of sleeps.
Now, I’m no marine biologist . . .
I just read that in nineteenth century Britain suicide was illegal and the maximum punishment for attempting it was the death penalty.
Now, is it just me . . .
Thinking about how my wife can still come back from having her hair done looking fantastic, whereas when I go it’s a conservation project.
My wife Jen told me that this is an ideal day to get the washing dry.
If any of my neighbours should find our towel, you can keep the pegs.
Just when you think that man has learnt from his mistakes, and that as a species we can be filled with optimism for the future, you hear the news:
Boyzone are back.
