Our house is like a nightclub today. Teen got a gift from
Hub. Something to do as a hobby and something he has wanted for a while. Oh my
word. What have we done? It’s called Hercules
DJ S or something. Basically, you know the dreadful thing he calls music? Well,
he can scratch it. I told him he could get an ointment for this, but he didn’t
get my humour. Well, we have had scratch, Loops and rappers who sound like they
have a stutter, or some kind of speech impediment. Its software and tiny discs.
I personally don’t understand it, but Teen and Hub are learning as I try to
hear my lap top…. Oh boy. I mean, if when I was young, my music sounded like
that, I would be taking it back to the shop to get a return on my money or at
least a new record. What is it these days with making music sound broken and
car exhausts sound louder than they really are? Hub was telling me that there
is a new thing coming out to make your car sound like it was backfiring. Why?
Call me boring if you like…..
Something funny, a lovely lady is selling T Shirts with the
words written on
“Wan a know how blind I am? Hand me your car keys.”
Then there is a picture of a tow truck. Haha. I have to get
one of those, imagine people’s faces in this politically correct world?
Count down before we see our girls. Also weekend of next
visiting Hubs Dad and my lovely brother in laws.
Working tomorrow and
Tuesday my friend Arty is coming. Can’t wait to see her and get Waggatail out
for a walk, but I think we will have Long Chops too as Hub isn’t taking her to
work as he is doing interviews all day. This week is going to be a tough one
three days of interviews and a late homecoming.
Two poems to write tomorrow. One for a child who is in
hospital, the other for a boss who is about to retire. One for a child in the
US the other for the guy in Spain. I hope he can read English, as no way I will
attempt Spanish.
Note to oneself.
Our dogs have been sick all day with the bones I bought them
yesterday. I won’t be buying them again. Oh gross. Bits of bone all over the
floor. Thank God for wood and tiles.
Well, it’s dark and we still have boy wonder in the house.
Mind you, it’s not after the Pumpkin hour, so there is time.
Going to peeps now. Really tired. Not sure what time DJ Teen
will close his night club? He is in the office right next to our bedroom…. Oh
such joy!
I love these, do you?
“The night wwalked down the sky, with the moon in her hand.
Frederick L Knowles
“There are nights when the wolves are silent, and only the
moon howels.
George Carlin
“Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Until tomorrow, with love. X
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