Archives for October 2005

It’s a certain new wibloggers birthday today… you might want to drop her a note to wish her many happy returns…

I’m sitting here, Australian Idol on the telly and House just about to start, staring at the laptop absolutely devoid of inspiration for this post.

[taps fingers on the arm rest]

waiting…

Actually, oh yeah…

I have a question…

Have you seen Flicks knickers?

She went down to the washing line to get her gear inside the other morning and a flock of Currawongs were hanging about on the Hill’s Hoists (there are 3) apparently doing the group dating thing.

As these creatures were sitting on the washing line and she had to grab her stuff she figured that they’d move when she got close enough.

Some did but there was one cheeky bugger who clearly took exception to her interrupting his flow..

He leaned over and took a pair of her knickers right off the line and flew away.

Giving chase she went to retrieve them… I mean, hot pink knickers don’t grow on trees…

And the cheeky little bastard… dropped them over the fence, the high fence… out of reach…

Into the neighbours back yard.

Apparently, as the offending articles had a new hole in them Flick left them there rather than have to fess up to ownership.

I’d have done the same…

I know how to do stuff. Stuff that is technical… stuff that other people often ask me about.

Stuff like setting up the TV and Video and DVD Player and Stero and Sound System. Actually, I used to do this for a living… over the phone no less.

As I write Flick is setting up the TV and Sound System and I am keeping my mouth shut. After all, she is a TV/Video editor, she ought to know how to do it. She also doesn’t take kindly to my helping.

The DVD player and the stereo system belongs to her and as I don’t want to provoke a riot I will continue to keep my mouth shut so that I won’t upset anyone [read her], I mean, at the end of the day if I can watch Numb3rs and Grey’s Anatomy when we get home from cards this evening I will be happy regardless of the configuration of the equipment used to record it.

Bliss would laugh, when we lived together it was my role to look after such things, so she would know how hard it is for me to bite my lip and not interfere…

I am telling you this because it is making me crazy.

And blogging it takes the edge off.