House painting
I hate painting. I hate it with a passion normally reserved for Brussels sprouts and Enya albums. I hate it...
I hate painting. I hate it with a passion normally reserved for Brussels sprouts and Enya albums. I hate it...
As the economy goes up, our collective IQ seems to go down in a bizarre see-saw way that might well...
My dog is no saint. I know this. That's why I call it the Hound of Satan. My dog has...
My poor old Auntie departed from us in recent weeks, leaving all who knew her bereft and distraught. We loved our...
Given the choice between a good man and a saint, I'll take the good man any day of the week,...
Since the Hound of Satan is no longer able to chew the postman, he's settled for chewing the post instead....
Keen-eyed readers will perhaps have noticed that there's been little enough activity on this site for the last few weeks...
There's something very rejuvenating about Fathers' Day -- an affirmation that we old lads aren't completely bad after all, not...
..., the mower broke down and the yard run away with me I’ve taken to sittin’ and watchin’ it grow...
Billy's on his high horse, the only kind he's able to ride these days. His jodhpurs are grubby and his comb-over...