You are allowed to enjoy this…

Today, just after writing my previously entry, I managed to sell both properties for the figure I had in my head. It is done. The weight has been lifted from my shoulders and another pigeon step has been taken. Exciting, innit? On Monday, we ink deals and engage solicitors. This phase is over for now and barring anything falling through. We move forward. Hurrah!

The second scan revealed that there was definately a baby growing inside The Missus. This child is a Mini-Me for sure. How do I know? Well the sonographer squealed in delight when he made the first scan revealing that the child-to-be had done and amazing act of acrobatics and had its foot almost in its own mouth.
“Yup, that’s mine,” I thought remembering all the times I’d put my foot in my mouth, both figuratively and physically. Indeed, such is my suppleness that I can still bite my own toenails and perform the lotus position with ease.
Anyway, the baby is healthy and complete. The sight of its tiny heart beating, going like the clappers, was a marvellous sight to behold and made me realise that we all came from the same place once. It’s so amazing I’d love to buy one of those sonar units for myself to keep an eye on the little ‘un!
Here’s the pic:

After a very, very long time of searching and looking and debating and finding reasons not to, the process begins. Papers have been signed, phonecalls have been made and the wheels have been put into motion. A change is as good as a rest, a wise man once said. We’ll wait and see. I wish I didn’t have to be so cryptic, but one can’t tell what’s really going on until we get to the end. This is just the first of many little pigeon-steps to get there.
Oh look, another soundscape… How fun…

The road to hell is paved with good intentions…

This picture just made me laugh. I think it is that dark vein of politically-incorrect humour that runs through me marrow. So some wag thought it would be a laugh to send poor old Stephen Hawking up into the stratosphere in order that we could see what the world’s smartest disabled man looks like while weightless. Well now you know…

Yesterday, while opening the shed door, I noticed that I was adopted father to what seemed to be hundreds of little yellow baby spiders. Each was unique and each had a solitary black spot on its thorax. Look, here’s a picture: