Dawn

There's this frigin awesum place I live in and I'm trying to write about it but my fingers won't work proper. Now sum of you who know me might think that its Saturday and the red stuff has been flowing .............right from ere on in I am not going to correct my typos might be interesting eh!! Well, Taf and WG are not rounf ere so not too much red stuff but I av jus tx her and she said I wil talk to you 2moz bout the finer details coz i an at a party ad sum what funk and i tx er back and sed cool ...

Well, well, just about vair nearly timely time for another bloggeroony Cor, it's been a while eh? I have been soooo busy that I have been forgetting to quando quando.

Well, life is just about as good as life gets I reckon apart from winning the lottery although, I wonder how many lottery winning people are still as unfulfilled and miserable as ever. Bet their perspective shifts from 'If I won the lottery my life would be so much better, I could have all the things I wanted', ...

There was once this really selfish woman who had a plan to ruin all of her family's lives by moving to the other side of the world. For some inexplicable reason, she had this feeling that this place on the other side of the world, the one with the clean, green reputation would be a better place for them all to live. Her family however, (bar one), had other ideas. Despite her best efforts to persuade them, which in itself was like wading through mud, they remained impassive about the whole idea. ...

As I was opening the gate at the bottom of our drive yesterday morning, I noticed a sheep looking at me alluringly through the thin wires of the fence. It had a black face and black legs but a white fleece. It had two hangy-downy bits of wool dangling from one side of it's neck like stringy snot and I didn't like the look of it at all (the sheep that is, not the stringy snot type things - well, thinking about it, I didn't like the look of either of them). Sheep don't really look at you alluringly, ...

I was listening to this woman today and she said, 'There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of um hum. Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above, oh oh' I said, flipping eck Whitney, shut y' gob wailing and shag him. She didn't answer me. It's the same every time. She, apparently, never takes my advice.

There is a flock of sheep in the bottom paddock now. Not our paddock, the mans next door. They seem to have appeared over night. They weren't there when I came home at 8.30 ...