The seasons continue to change. You know its October when the butter in the dish becomes quite solid and you have to aggressively massage it into the soft bread of a morning and end up with that congealed mess, but its OK as the hot Bacon and fried egg will melt the clumps ( If Katie asks I went jogging on the way to the swimming pool). I have a nice well deserved long weekend off, so will try not to be to grumpy before I even start to enjoy myself.
I deserve the 'Nobel peace prize' I have sent almost thirty years working with the female of the species. Have you ever tried to keep working women happy?, I rest my case.
So... what qualifies an uninspiring President of the United States of America, five minutes in the job, for such an award?. I have absolutely no idea, and frankly do not care as their are clearly more deserving people, such as me, for example, or my son Harry. So will the award be presented at Cannes I wonder, along with the simultaneous release of Disney's latest Pixar epic?.
"Stop being so grumpy" I hear you say. I have to nip into town, sort out Max's food for his camping weekend ( it will be cold Max! I really would bring that German sleeping bag.) must take 'Purdy' for a spin, then try and email a ,'Bluey' to Harry," a Bluey?" you ask?, well its the name attributed to military mail, Harry has only ever sent me two! and I still have them both, am thinking of you son.
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