'Enough of the rusty camera crap', I hear you cry, 'what the blazes has been happening in Oxfordshire?'
Well, Friday was the end of Izzy's school term and she officially started her six-week summer holiday.
Six weeks! I ask you - how the devil is one supposed to keep a child entertained for such a lengthy period? In the olden days it was easy; whenever you had a spare child knocking around, you just sent them down the coal mines. Not only were they out of the way, but they were earning money to boot. Double marvellous.
Unfortunately, conveniences such as coal pits no longer exist today.
As if that wasn't bad enough, kids are now more demanding. Let me demonstrate; by the age of 6, they have spent countless hours in front of the television watching adults make dicks of themselves in the name of child entertainment (Mr-I-want-to-stab-you-in-the-face-Tumble proves the point). Kids these days have grown up with the idea that it is the job of adults to act goofy in order to provide their entertainment.
Pic.No.1. This is Mr Tumble. Whenever I see him, I have an urge to twat him in the face with a spade
In the olden days, you would never see Mr-Victorian-Father prancing around like a nob to keep his kids entertained ...... no sireee, ...... back the, kids were seen and not heard.
Anyway, enough of Mr-why-can't-I-get-a-girlfriend-Tumble. The entertaining of Izzy during the summer holidays will surely fill many pages over the next couple of weeks.
Back to other stuff.
I decided to take random pictures around my house and garden; for no reason at all, other than I didn't want my lovely Canon S95 to seize up.
Here you go ........................
Pic.No.2 This is the gravestone of the dead bloke in my garden. Naughty George pissed on it, the git. You can even see the angle of his trajectory
Pic.No.3. This is Izzy's secret playhouse. It is squirrelled away under trees at the bottom of the garden
Pic.No.4. This is my wonky shed, squirrelled away in another corner of the garden. It was built decades ago, and I call it the 'Leaning Shed of Oxfordshire'
Pic.No.5 I told you that I had nothing to do - just to prove the point, here is a picture that I took of one of my chimneys
Pic.No.6 Blimey, the mutt looks like he is about to tuck into my hand. Maybe he is a cannibal dog?
Pic.No.7 Whenever I hold out my hand, NG puts his paw into it. A number of years ago, I had a spaniel called Pippa, and whenever I pulled out a gun (a replica semi-automatic), she would fall on the floor in a dead manner. It helped me get boyfriends
Pic.No.8 NG ruined his cuteness by re-arranging all his fleas as soon as the photo-opportunity ended
Pic.No.9 Here is a gratuitous picture of my favourite reading corner. It isn't related to the rest of the post in anyway
Just in case you were wondering where Izzy is, she has gone away for the weekend with her dad. Which left me free to go gadget shopping ..... and man alive, have I bought some meaty gadgets? More to come in a separate post.
So dahlink, if you had to change one thing about the last weekend, what would it be? (that was a psychologist question)
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