By the time I slogged wearily off towards the veg stall in the market the sun was situating itself low in the morning sky. It brightened up the leafless trees, cheered the blue sky, warmed the air sufficiently for me to wear only one jacket, two pullovers and a thick shirt. I went back for my jeans when I was half way across the park. This augured well for the day. By the time I returned, pomegranates and all, I was smugly happy that the day would be good.
I then burnt my breakfast, these frying pans are a disgrace! I cooked the mince, which burnt as I was watching TV, watching the Celtic v Hibernian match I rather hoped Celtic would put eight past them and instead a feeble team beat the wee team by only one nil, this was a disappointment, but not so disappointing as watching The Heart of Midlothian being robbed 2-0 by Inverness Caley! For a moment I considered the brandy bottle. However mindful of the cost of brandy, and that therefore there was none in the house, I drank tea instead - from reused tea bags. Nothing could make things worse today, nothing!
Then as the rain began this arrived.....
.What is it about Australians that makes their women spiteful?
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14 comments:
Good one Lee ~ I found that one last night when I was trawling on You Tube. Nice rendition of Waltzing Matilda.
Now Adullaman ~ spiteful? LOL ~ how about generous, loving and lot's of fun :)
Forgot to give you the weather report for Sunday ~ the sun is shining, the birds are cheeping and the Aussies should win the Third Test in Perth sometime today. Oh the cuppa tea and vegemite on toast for brekky is going down nicely too.
Sleep well Adullaman ~ you can do it all in 9 hours too :)
This is the dry season....but, in keeping with my mood at the collapse of the overpaid prima donnas against Australia in Perth it started to rain this afternoon.
To be really in keeping with my mood all Costa Rica's volcanoes should have gone off pop when England let Australia off the hook in their first inings, but I suppose that rain will have to do....
That was a superb photograph at the start of your post,
Hahahahaha! You do have a wonderful sense of humour, Adulamite...and an extraordinarily mighty sense of envy! ;)
HE WAS NOT JOKING!
Carol, Bah!
Carol, Bah! Twice!
Fly, I must admit I laugh at the English response!
Lee, Envy? me....?
Jerry, A wise man at last!
Ah but she forgot to tell you about the snakes, mosquitos and Australian men!
Aaaaaaaargh! Snakes and mosquitoes! l can live without them! Most Aussie men are gayboys anyway so I can avoid them but snakes and mosquitoes, ugh! No way am I off there!
*cough*
I've held my tongue long enough...I can't do it any more!
I have to say this; I can't stop myself....it's not our Aussie guys who wear skirts, though, is it?
Or those other funny outfits seen worn by the Yeomen (?) Warders aka Beefeaters. Yay men! Amen!
Beefeaters...so named, apparently, because in lieu of salary they were given balls of beef.
What is it about men and balls?
Oh! Dear! I couldn't stop myself...I had to ask!
Lee, Skirts? I know nothing about Aussie gayboys. beefeaters are English and mean nothing. Balls, I am off to do some scratching now.
Hahahahaha! Run, Forrest! Run! ;)
Ah! that little voice might have been me, many years ago. As we sat on the beach eating Christmas pudding, my parents asked if I had noticed anything different about Christmas this year than last. Yes, last year we were with my grandmother in London. This year we were in Sydney. Otherwise, I didn't notice anything particularly different. When I finally got back to england nobody understood my accent.
Jenny, Your accent is clear enough now....
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