For Devon's sake, she lives in Hellsinski
Cool! Where did you find that from? I've seen them in 70's or so...
I was just kicking the doors yesterday and found it.Sorry about the post.The cubs are ill now, all the worlds jobs are stuck in the *** and tomorrow is the day I will be both jealous and angry. Can't do anything proper just now.Okay, the rant is over. Thank you for listening.
Sorry the cubs are ill. Always a very trying time, more effectively relieved with rants than with door-stops. (If that's what it is.)
This is the fourth day we are going to spend inside. Running out of ideas what to do...That lovely object is a door-stop, reminding of the times when Nokia was a factory making only tyres, wellington boots and door-stops.I wish I had bought thousands of stocks in those times. Nothing is more helpful than being wise afterwards. Thanks for the sympathy. Made my day a bit better :)
You must be going stir-crazy. Hope the cubs are well soon. If you're bored you could always read the new post on Not 4'33", not that it will necessarily improve the situation, mind. I posted it briefly last night, but the comments went funny again, so I had to take it down again. Grrr.As it happens, I've got a cold now as well. Not quite bad enough to take a sick day, though. Which I can't help thinking is very poor workmanship on the part of the cold. Viruses are so unprofessional these days. I wonder if there's some kind of ombudsman I can complain to?
Ahh, you shouldn't have met that pink Duracell Bunny with cymbals. Now you've got the lets-all-be-ill-until-the-sunofthemidsummernight-rises- virus.Get well.(Oh, and it's not a letdown. Believe me, I've been in the forced landing.)
I did wonder about the bunny. The black hood it was wearing does seem a little sinister in retrospect.You've been in a forced landing? Yikes. That sounds traumatic.Erm, I meant an ombudsman who deals with maintaining proper standards in the virus profession. I'm fed up with getting colds that can't be bothered to do their jobs properly. I mean, I haven't had a sick day in years.[thinks about retracting those last two sentences just in case Fate is listening and at a loose end this week. She's very easily tempted, apparently]
Never trust a Finnish black-hooded pink bunny.Meeting him (her?) must have been as traumatic as being in a forced landing to Poland. (N.B. I did understand you.}
A forced landing in Poland? Cor, what a romantic life you continentals lead.I wish I'd been in a forced landing in Poland.I wish I'd been to Poland.Or Finland.
Ah, it was so romantic.We were just leaving the golden sands of Israel, when the sandstorm delayed our journey in a most pleasant way. The handsome captain was also very funny, when he said:"Oh, look at the left. There's Varsaw. We're out of gas, sort of."IIIIIIIIIIt happened 16 years ago. I prefer trains, but I've been to Poland twice after that.
Sorry, Taiga. I thought you probably had understood, but this Ombudsman Grus character showed up on Not 4'33" and seemed rather more concerned with monitoring my mental health. Judging by his distinctive Whooping call, I think he might be from Seattle.
Oh. I see. You've already revealed the ombudsman's identity. D'oh! Right, I'm off home where I won't be interrupted by this working thing.
Wait a minute, Seattle...Oh, those times of Sub pop [sigh].Oh, those summers, when I was a window cleaner and had a mingy boss from Seattle. Sorry, opc. I wonder what he'd say while tunneling his way into the very depths of my psyche. Give up! It's hopeless! You are pathologically multiple.
Oh, it really is a Nokia doorstop? (Sorry, a bit behind the times here.) Some people keep their ears to the ground, of course, but not necessarily for telephone calls.
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