Old Dog

The matchsticks snapped, the caffeine hallucinations haven’t kicked in yet and sitting here with my head soaking, hair dripping, at my desk this is about the best I can come up with. Sorry.

You know, sometimes it’s almost like I’ve just started blogging. It’s ridiculous really, you’d think I’d know better than to post about not being able to post. Next I’ll be moaning about how life is crap and posting photos of kittens. Honestly… I despair sometimes.

Instead how about a little referrer log snooping? That’s always good for a giggle, right?

First up an apology, despite being the second hit for this search, I don’t do riddles: “I am the beginning i am the end .you can see me twice in a week but not in a day.Once in a year but twice in a decade. So who am i?”

And whilst I did live there for 20-odd years, I was unaware of any XXX establishments and certainly took no photos, so no point in looking right? Wrong?

Equally I am NOT the best person to ask about decorating a 8 & 3 bedroom.

And… that’s about it. Well that filled a couple of minutes eh?

Hmmmm.

I guess I should really be pondering the reasoning behind my desire to post something today. The desire to post ANYTHING is an odd one sometimes. Feels like I’m cheating you, dear reader, if I don’t post. But I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t mind being cheated out of reading this tripe eh?