Good day Bloggets. I hope I find you all well? It’s cruising
towards four in the afternoon. I got in a couple of hours ago. My Son is having
clothes gate… He bought two shirts on line, doesn’t like them they don’t fit
right. He’s very tall and he likes his shirts to be skin tight… well and his
coats as well as his trousers.
I keep telling him I would like Grandchildren….
He sent them back today and went to the shop to buy two
more. Different company. Well you are not allowed to try them on so he had to
buy without knowing if they will fit. He’s not happy with the fit so hast to
decide whether he’s going to take these back too. He likes slim fit, no, not
slim fit but nipping fit. Trouble is, he’s slim but has huge muscles, so he’s
like the incredible hulk just before he’s about to split his pants. So now he’s
stressing as may have to take one out of the two he bought today back. That’s
three out of four in total. He starts his new job on Monday. I think he’s anxious
about it as this is totally so very different to what he has done before. But
he will be fine. It’s just a much bigger office and he’s not the boss this time
so will have to follow instructions… he’s not too good at doing that. He’s a
leader not a follower. But he needs to follow for a year at least before he
will be able to climb the ladder. It doesn’t help his pal who works there
telling him how hard it is. He’s in a
different section to his friend though. And I’m pleased about that as his
friend is naughty… OK, his friend is 20, but still naughty. Just mischievous his
pal is a joker. And my Son is too on his
own, he’s fine, but put them both together, oh, heck! When they were at college
together, I did used to laugh at their stories, though I shouldn’t have, but it
was innocent fun. But they are men now and can’t get away with pranks. What he
will do about his shirts, I don’t know.
Bless him, he has just gone to the post box, I totally got
soaked before and I didn’t want the letters to be wet, so BW took them in the
car for me. They are for my Brother in law as it’s his birthday next week. I’m
seeing him before Christmas to exchange gifts but not for his birthday. I dread
to think what BW has written on his Uncles card, but I’m sure the recipient
will laugh when he receives it as he has
a good sense of humour. I just know when BW was writing the card, he was
chuckling. Oh, heck.
Hubs been to his office in my hometown of Newcastle today. He’s
had quite an easy week this week for travelling but next week is a horror.
It’s freezing and very wet as I said I got soaked before. It’s
so dark early now days. My Son puts the light on from 3pm. I’m sure it’s darker
earlier this year than most. My heating is on and the house is warming up. I’ve
been out since half eight so my house was allowed to cool off a bit. Waggatail
is snoring, so she’s toasty. I don’t have dinner to make for Hub thankfully, as
he has had food at work for once, as the staff buy a take out on a Thursday. Lucky
duck. Mind you, I had a take away last night, didn’t I?
Well it’s Thanksgiving in America. Am I correct thinking it’s
on a different date in Canada, or was I imagining that? I watched on the news
that Donald Trump pardoned two turkey’s as he does every year. I wonder how the
president does that. I wonder how he chooses which ones to pick, and I wonder
if the turkey knows how lucky they are, or, are they? Apparently, they never
live long because they are bred for consumption, so are rather large. Bless them,
but does the President pick them because they are extra cute or does he look
into their eyes and connects with them, and what would happen if a President
was a vegetarian or vegan, then would he pardon them all?
Why was the Thanksgiving soup so expensive?
It had 24 carrots.
What sounds does a turkeys phone make?
Wing wing
Well my American Readers my dear Bloggets, have a wonderful day and weekend to follow.
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