-part of removing all your belongings is when you put things back, you see things This was ‘1/2 day’ (we’d knock off midday to go to the office Xmas Party but I always brought to work: booze, frivolity and a big smile–passing them out to coworkers throughout the morning. After that, the hooligans would go… Read More how very of me
Not without excessive encouragement, anyway.
This may be an awkward doldrum, whereabouts act ii. As of last night, I have a toilet. That made a full 11 days without. Now that Acey’a acclimated to seeing me use the garden as toilet, he may get confused again. Oh, what larks! My house is less of a shambles. There’s broken bits here… Read More home fuckage, part 6
Plumber’s here. That’s not all the plumbing shite scattered about, as you can imagine from everything being ripped out.
Awe-tacular Canadienne Laurie sent this rather special amusement park postcard. She says it’s on an island!
Fine Canadian product or was, as stated on my tin. Yes. Tin. You can still buy it, which seems practically hard to believe as a lot of products I grew up using either failed as companies or–in the case of cleansers, wood preservers, etc.– were found unsuitable for consumer use. -read: people are too… Read More Brasso: they still make it!
As twitterers will know, the only thing that I really wanted after 8 days of no running water was: A shitter. Well, a functioning shitter. Ask me after working all day with 3 male family members if I have a shitter. Ask. FUCK NO! We knew that putting the jigsaw puzzle of my flat back… Read More home fuckage, part 4