It wasn’t a bad day 1
After seven days without heating and four without hot water,
and after not shaving for four days and starting to resemble a dishevelled,
stressed-out Father Christmas), we’ve got both back on.
We’ve now got an emersion for emergencies.
The system now runs almost silently, so I’ll have to start
setting an alarm if I need to be up at 5:30. I used to depend on the noisy old
pump waking me up.
It wasn’t a bad day 2
There’s that thing about the devil having all the best lines
(see Old Harry’s Game for evidence), but the anti-Thatcher camp have all the
jokes and laughter. Her lot are so busy scrambling for the moral high ground
that they’ve left their sense of humour somewhere along the way. Twitter’s been
a barrel of laughs, Frankie Boyle’s been magic, and that vicar bloke doing the
sermon and Cameron’s speechwriter, well, they’re a right pair of cards, aren’t
they?
It wasn’t a bad day 3
D the Dog was clean through the night. Only the second time.
His Dad’s touch.
It wasn’t a bad day 4
MM was interviewed on the news. Protesting. Good for him.
They were giving it “what a waste of money” which is clever, because it was a
waste of money, and that lot don’t get football, chanting, or the reference.
It wasn’t a bad day 5
I think…
…Osborne’s saying:
“It’s alright for you’se two, I’m copping the bill for this
shindig in the morning.”
It wasn’t a bad day 6
This made me laugh.
Without a doubt, you have to be a special kind of arse to turn a whole country against you. The last Queen of Scotland?
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