Monday, 13 February 2017

Coughing

I found myself doing a Dad cough this evening: Starting off almost as a low growl before gradually being promoted to a full on bark, often multiple times. Note that Paul has already claimed the admonishment to ones self, to "shut up" after such a cough.  On a related note, also found myself stating how I'd like to "give the chef a wee peck" last night, but predictably this was one of the low hanging fruit that went in the early days, but worth revisiting.

Monday, 9 January 2017

Holiday enquiry

Every account of a holiday would start with the question: “You left the house at what time?” Not, you note: “What time did you leave the house?” I was reminded of the gambit when I quizzed the Poode about Peru.

Pic of the day: We turn back to the hands of time to July 1984 for this one: