Now this may sound strange, don't worry he doth not have mange –
He simply had nothing to say.
The problem you see is that he works on QVC
And peddles his wares through the night,
When he wakes in the morn all he does is yawn
And then rolls over and pretends the day is the night !
To blog of this feat, would not be a treat
And the Maids would read elsewhere,
So he bides his time and when the moment is prime – he emerges online – I swear!
The trouble is he is not a poet and now all the world doth know it!…
This is drivel girls! What was I thinking? I can't compete with your talent… sorry! Truth is I had two short breaks away from the Towers and I didn't get my act together and blog whilst I was away. I have now emerged from my box, in stitches at some of the brilliant comments to my last blog – you lot are great!!
Nothing of great interest to blog about, most of my time off I was doing mundane DIY maintenance to the house and enjoying that hot spell in the garden – Richard J would be proud of me – you should see the size of my begonias! I blame it on Flower Power and we've got the greenest grass in the Close thanks to RJ's Lawn Magic – I hesitate to call it a lawn as it has many other species other than grass growing in it but at least it's very green !
Took my son Jack down to the Rose Bowl in Southampton to watch some exciting T20 cricket during half term – great night out – I of course busted some of my famous Wii moves after every 4 or 6 was hit – as my son sat five rows back with his head in his hands… What? that's what Dads are for, isn't it?!
Look at the gorgeous red sky over the ground – who says cricket can't be romantic.
Till next week – promise !