A Post From Fifteen Years Ago

 Y'all will have forgotten this one. Sad to say, Pearlie, Lizzie and Pepe are no longer with us. 

Funny old week I've just had. On the surface, it was the usual ho-hum stuff but it's so quiet. Too quiet. Ominously quiet. I keep wondering if I'm still going to have a job come the new year and that's strangely demotivating.

However, as always, the weekend has been busier. I made that Coconut Bread as recommended by Zoe and Bert cooked the very last leg of pork* from last year's pigs. We were having a Russian judge, a postman and Swisser to dinner. What a lovely evening we had. The judge was delightful and not at all what you'd expect. For one thing, she was an amazingly smiley person. She does have this judge's face for hearings. With just a little persuasion she showed it to us and it was very stern and solemn.

Today I returned to sorting out the stuff from Pearlie's previous abode. This is turning into one of the labours of Hercules. It is never-ending. Today it was her zip collection, her button collection, her handkerchief collection, her marbles, her flint arrowheads, her apron pocket collection, 40 years' worth of newspaper clippings, mostly weddings, obituaries and fatal accidents. Oh and anything to do with the Royal Family.

And speaking of which, we were at the table yesterday when Aunt Lizzie's papillon wandered into the kitchen and cocked his leg against the dishwasher. The postman said,

Hey! That dog just pissed up against your dishwasher!

Oh. Sure it was only a wee drop.

Aren't you going to kick it's arse?

Just think of it this way. If the Queen was visiting and she brought the corgis and one of them took a leak against the dishwasher you wouldn't mention it would you? In this house Bert's Aunt Lizzie is just like the Queen. If anybody was to kick Pepe's arse she'd never darken our door again and Pearlie would be devastated.

 Bert, Lizzie, Pepe and Pearlie

*Pigs are going tomorrow. Bert is very sad.

Supper Party Head-the-Balls

The plan was that today, the 1st of April, I'd be publishing and commenting upon my most viewed and most interesting Flickr photographs. This will not be happening as our oldest friends, the Wees, are here for supper, and life and alcohol has totally got in the way. Things are rather chaotic. Mrs The Wee brought her new rescue dog, who is very sweet and has shat twice and pissed twice, both times copiously and, as I cleaned it up, I couldn't help reflecting on my patience and all round good-eggedness. Truth, I could write a book about it all but not until everyone (except me) is dead and buried. Did I mention that Mrs The Wee fell while she was out walking her new dog and has a lump the size of a bantie's egg on the back of her head? I retired to bed while she pondered excuses not to go to work tomorrow. The best  one was that she actually died. Everyone agreed that would work.

As for the Flickr photographs, one was a cute one of a kitten sleeping in a Christmas decoration box and the other was some cows. Lowest common denominator strikes again.

And a very happy birthday to my youngest brother Joe. Fifty something again.