Cobwebs

You are quite correct, my dear jaffers. This blog is dusty and sadly neglected. The problem is, I’m going into hibernation. Like all small, furry creatures, I find this time of year best for eating, sleeping and, er, eating. When not at work I spend my days wearing large cardigans, sooking butter-mints and planning future pizza-eating events. Where, in my hectic schedule, can I find time for blogging? I ask you?

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I was disappointed to miss being involved in that ‘day in the life of the world’ mass blog thing on the 18th. Did any of you publish anything? Subsequent reports of the event imply that, on 18 October 2006, ‘the world’ was either bored, dull or suicidal. Perhaps it was better not to be involved after all.

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I am doing very badly in my grand campaign to decorate my abode. I was relying on being able to hire chaps to come in and do the stuff I’ve been putting off. Not as easy as I suspected. Bunch of unreliable b*stards, the lot of them. You’d think the use of clocks and calendars wouldn’t be beyond a time-served tradesman. Apparently it is.

The garden’s coming on a little better though. Frog just had the vast expanse of her grounds covered in turf. There were some left over bits which she kindly donated to me. I now have a tiny lawn in my pixie-sized garden. It’s just adorable. I am happy to say that the weather has been abominable for the last few days. The lawns, both large and small, are doing well.

This morning dawned misty and grey. I have three of the most glorious spider’s webs strung around my shrubs ‘n’ stuff. The low sun, slanting across my land, lit them to perfection. (BTW the photo above is not my own. T’is but an illustration)

I spent all day yesterday singing an advert song to myself. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Now that I’m in a position to find out what it is – who sings it, etc – I can’t remember it! I can’t even recall what it advertises. Grrrrrr.

Okay. That’s quite enough of that. Cheerio for now.