Like the inevitable rise and setting of the sun, the tide of the sea changing and the stupidly absurd rush to the supermarkets to buy everything before it’s all gone simply as they are shut for one day over Christmas; here is another update on what’s new in the life of the Lord of Leisure.
Friday didn’t exist until 1 O’clock this afternoon after a going to bed late, furiously trying to sort out the UberBeast of the machine at home while writing that little synopsis of the Golden Jigsaw puzzle. One venture was successful; the other was not so joyful, and quite annoying.
You will see the results of that in a future post, one which will be strictly for the computer people out in the world but it will contain information for those who are none technical as this will in fact be something you will have to deal with in the future yourselves, and not just when you get a new machine as what most people tend to do these days (providing of course they can afford anything anymore.)
So now some of you will be quaking in your boots awaiting the post of doom, I’ll move onto more seasonal things.
Until next Thursday I shall be away from work, working on other nice things such as packing for the trip away, which shouldn’t take long, and still trying desperately to think of the last few bits for only 3 people now, the rest have been sorted with various bits of tat, normally the things that people receive because you cannot possibly think of anything else they would like, but who gives a brown smudge resembling material passing from people’s bottoms?
He was right. It wasn’t that good, but at least I didn’t fall asleep during the events that occurred before my very eyes and afterwards I actually wondered what the rest would be like.
Highfield Hall is somewhere in North Wales, yes Wales, where a Welshman with many girlfriends is considered to be a shepherd. It’s a hotel, where they have various events such as barn painting or clothes drying, some such like that, and they also do evenings like the murder mystery and Justine, one lady in North Wales, thought it would be something different for everyone to enjoy. We then tagged along.
I seriously dreaded when the day came to sit down and write this. As I sat at the keyboard poised to type, the one thing I wanted to do, was to stay away from taking about looks. After all looks can be deceiving, in the case of Medusa if you were to look upon her face, you would turn to stone. If you look at an egg, it looks appealing, but when you taste, it’s just a fart made into something solid.