Sick
Normal service will be resumed and all that..
Labels: illness, No fuckiing posts, shit excuse
After years like a neglected unfed puppy, I have dusted off my ol' blog as some days 140 characters just ain't enough. Am I older? Definitely. Wiser? Hell no? Grumpier? Quite possibly. But read on anyway...
Labels: illness, No fuckiing posts, shit excuse
Dear Sir/Madam
Please excuse silentbazz for not being present for the past couple of days, unfortunately real-life kinda got in the way, and prevented him from making any posts.
Yes, I agree, I think it's a bit of a lame excuse too. I mean, just how fucking long does it take to sit down in front of a PC and actually bang a blog entry out? Five.. maybe ten minutes? Okay, okay, so it has been a bank holiday weekend (with shockingly bad weather) and there is the screaming three month old who had her inoculations yesterday and has been grouchy ever since to factor in, I guess, and then when you add to that most of yesterday afternoon at the hospital, you can see that it might have been a busy couple of days. But still.. should we give him the benefit of the doubt? Hmm..
Anyway, normal services should resume imminently
Warmest regards
Labels: No fuckiing posts, shit excuse
Blog updates are a bit erratic at this moment, aren't they?
This is because my ability to write anything coherent for the blog relies on me having had sufficient sleep and this week I am way down on the old slumber quota, I'm afraid. Kirstyn decided to wake up for a feed (noisily, I might add) at about 2:30 in the morning on Monday night/Tuesday morning and then decided not to go back to sleep. At all. Well not until about ten to seven anyway. Consequently my head has felt like it is full of cotton wool for the last two days. Quite how I managed to drive on the motorway, when all the other cars had exhaustion-induced vapour trails I'll never know. But I did. And I got a bit more sleep last night, so despite still be quite exhausted I now can -just about- operate a keyboard competently.
So for the first time in nineteen days I am faced with the prospect of having no football to look forward to. Boo.. and, indeed, hiss. I'd got quite used to watching at least two matches a day, and find it quite an irritation that I will be deprived today. It's been quite an exciting tournament so far with world-record numbers of yellow and red cards in a single match, diving Dutchmen, cheating Italians and England have yet to be knocked out, so all in all not bad at all. Could there be any potential upsets in the next couple of games though? Could the French knock out the Brazilians? Could ze Germans overpower Argentina? Could the Italians beat Ukraine fair and square without having to dive for a dodgy penalty? Time will tell..Labels: No fuckiing posts, shit excuse, World Cup
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Labels: Kirstyn, No fuckiing posts
Labels: No fuckiing posts, shit excuse
Apologies, I have been really busy recently trying to get the finishing touches applied to this bathroom (no photo today -couldn't be arsed, sorry again), which has meant little spare time to observe things in life never mind comment on them here.
Last night saw the floor boards in the bathroom finally being covered up with ply-wood so that we could lay the vinyl tiles down. I have done the straight stretch of the tiles now (which are this black slate effect and look rather stunning against the white bathroom fixtures and skirting I must say) so that would get the chance to dry before I begun fixing the awkward cuts to the floor (which is tonight's job). And it is going to be an elaborate jigsaw puzzle of a job tonight to get all of them floor covered neatly this evening (Of course, one could argue that it's easier than a jigsaw as I get to cut my own shapes out, it's more like Floor tile Tetris). Laying the tiles has meant that my knees are absolutely ruined today, so I'm walking round like and old man ("Hardest game in the world that floor tiling. Did it thirty years, man and boy").
Normal service will resume imminently.
Laters.Labels: Bathroom, Floor Tiles, No fuckiing posts, shit excuse