Crikey, allatsea is very thankful to be back on dry land. The family mansion is being battered and shaken and rattled and.....whoops..... was that a landslip or the back wall falling down??
There's a full on autumnal gale blowing out of the south and my recent offshore home has upped sticks (rather...anchors), left the wind farm and anchored in front of the allatsea kitchen. There's no escape from the shabby old thing. Was I that bad in an earlier life?
On the technology front (for there is one apparently) our 6 year old 100Hz, super flatscreen, bank cripplingly expensive, Sony telly died on Friday (conveniently just as I walked through the front door returning from the vessel mentioned above) so the household has had to scrub some pennies together and venture forth into a TV buying roller coaster adventure. Actually madam allatsea popped down to Argos while I attacked the forest that's grown in front of drunkie nunkie's pad.
He's having new windows put in next week and we felt it prudent to make the access safe for the fitters. It was so bad they would have been well within their rights to refuse to go anywhere near. That part of Margitt must have the best growing conditions on the planet. Especially when it comes to growing complete oiks out of sweet innocence. But that's another story.
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