Regular readers have no doubt been disappointed recently by the sheer lack of reading available here … just as well there is a wealth of equally poorly contrived pap out there on the world-wide-interent-interweb!
This is the root cause of my problem, everything I write seems is, undoubtedly, comparable to the dribbling drivel of a malcontent German German shepherd that suffered a minor setback in the birthing canal of its life giving yet cruelly brain damaging mother! That is to say it hasn’t met my ’stringent’ pre-publication quality control standards … yes, really, my offerings have been that bad!
Understandably crueler and less socially refined readers may well be given to comment that if that’s the case then such pitiful proffering would have suited my mish-mash of postings perfectly … but then I would expect that of them.
It’s not that there hasn’t been sufficient fuel in the media for my rambling outlook on politics and erstwhile idiot unionists … It seems like our SNP Government is unable to carry out any sort of governance in the interests of their electorate without some wolly in some distant county lambasting them for pursuing a separatist or constitutional agenda.
[a slight aside: the mrs favourite song has just come on the radio ... Jolene, Jolene, Jolene please don't take my man just cause you can ... cheers Dolly!]
I’ll tell you though, if Westminster are that keen on Nuclear weapons then they can stick them on the Thames, or better yet up their ar……….
Nor has it been a lack of activity on the home front, the fact that the lass is walking, normally over to the dog with some part of her breakfast/lunch/dinner in hand as an offering … no longer must she content herself to tossing it from her high chair! Then there is the lad and his nursery antics, his recognised genius that has the ‘teachers’ suggesting he should be in school already. And failing all that I could bang on about how the house is soooo much warmer now that the drafts have been reduced.
Despite this wealth of material, I can’t form the words into a self-servingly-satisfying-sequence to splatter across the world-wide-inter-thingmy-jiggery …
… until next time then. Perhaps my brain will begin to re-engage and I’ll tell you all about my fantastic and widely acclaimed cheese cake, the trauma of taking the car for it’s MOT or my new found papier-machie obsession.
