Seems like there is no rest for the wicked I got rid of him years ago and now he returns like a 38 year old homing pidgeon. I've put him on the laptop to try and gain a little experience at chatting to strangers, never know he might stumble on his life's dream. Who is kidding who. It seems we are now looking for a partner for a 38 year old homing bird, and there was me thinking we would have our home to our selves in the start of our dotage. Doesn't matter where we move to I am sure he will find the way. "Hassle the boss" says he is our baby, being the last born, I suppose it is only natural, he is all of 2mtrs tall and built like a brick sh-t house, very strong and does not mind grafting, see picture below then to top that off our engineer Brian declares he is now looking for some company, probably a code word, so I think we need to set up one of those online dating agencies, probably easier to find both of them jobs on some tramp steamer going to the far east on a one way voyage, Blooming cheek, baby Austin has nicked me razor, only had it a week and now it's gorn along with my shaving foam and refill blades. Looks like I need a new razor. If there is any one out there looking for a gentle giant with appetite to match, please contact him and save this old fart some hard earnt
Trouble with kids Keith is you never get rid of em
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