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Monday 3 August 2015

DIARY OF ME AND YOU STATS TOO


Good morning Bloggets. I must I must improve my bust…. Oh, no sorry, that was way back at Bording School. No, em, what I meant to say was I must work today. Putting the office off. No longer. Though I have both dogs at home today and they already are driving me crazy. Little madam is running around with the biggest toy in her mouth bouncing it off my legs they are blooming bruised to bits with her. As for the big beasty girl LC, she is getting old bless her. She is like a clockwork toy she winds down quickly but boy, when she is wound up, she is wild.

 

Hub has a two hour car journey today there and two hours back. His colleague picked him up. So no need to take Long Chops and it’s not fair to have her four hours in the car it’s not like she will work when she gets there as she will be in a meeting for three hours. Just lying there. So I have the pleasure. If the little one can’t get attention from me, she aggravates LC. LC puts up with it then snaps. Oh but that is just what Waggatail wants. She loves it. The rougher the better, an yet I have never seen such a sweet innocent dog.

 

It’s like doggy day care here. We have so many toys out and unlike my Son when he was little, he was taught to put them all away when he was finished. Our dogs, no. They just scatter like the good farmer.

 

It’s almost mid-day and teen still in bed. He isn’t working today so that is OK for him. He will get up, eat go to the gym then sleep some more. Eat and watch his computer then come the witching hour, will go out.

 

It’s a beautiful day well, as far as the UK does beautiful days. We had a dreadful weekend of dull wet and cool weather.

 

Did I tell you yesterday there was an air balloon almost landed in our front garden? The noise from it was scary. I tell you, it is Hubs dream to go in one of those, I love him, but no way will I be seen in one of those things. I mean, why? We can’t see below, and they are so dangerous. But Hub loves danger. He has no fear.

 

Our weekends are full all of August. So no wrest for the wicket.

 

I wonder who invented weekends. I mean, how wrong did they get that? Five days of work two wrest? And that is for the lucky ones. Only a year ago did my Husband know of such luxury? Before at his old job, he worked most weekends. It was a hellish job. He was away so much. He was telling me last night that he worked years ago all day, at nights was studying for something I can’t remember, I really should take more in, and he had his girls to look after, cook their dinners and do homework with them when they were young. He said it almost killed him. Bless him, at last he comes home most nights and can chill.

 

Well, I will rephrase that and say not do work. As for chilling? I never can. Not ever. I can sit doing nothing but chill? No, sadly I can’t turn off. I think Hub is a little like that. We always have to plan the next week. Tomorrow he is away again this time overnight. He is away about once a month.  

 

I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon. Luckily one dog as Hub will take LC to work the trains and so on. I will miss her so much though; she is so good for security when I’m on my own. Whereas Wagga? Em. No.

 

OK I can’t avoid this much longer. I shall go to work now and be back later. With what? Not sure. Let me know what you want to learn or talk about I will do my best. As for the stats for July? Here they are thank you all.

For the month July only the top ten, thank you to the other sixteen countries who viewed. X

United Kingdom
1035
United States
682
Russia
97
Germany
54
Canada
45
Portugal
39
India
22
Australia
18
Sweden
16
South Africa
12

 

In total, again only can do the top ten, 56 other countries in total have viewd.

 

Entry
Pageviews
United Kingdom
37786
United States
23258
Ukraine
7074
Russia
2877
Germany
1988
Canada
705
Mexico
641
France
627
Japan
611
Poland
275

Our total views counting all countries out of the top ten is over 85,000

 Our total views counting all countries, over 85,000

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