It's not funny

So, our Saturday night pre-dinner lime-based drink was starting to take effect when there was a kind of splatty noise near our occasional table (two stacked upside down coca-cola crates).  The wife, who has already been having a bad day as squeezing the limes was extremely painful, hampered due to recently open (unintentional [so she says] self-inflicted) burn-based wound, bravely rattles the crates.  First pass yields nothing. A second, more aggressive thwack produced a further splat. Batty doesn't look too well.  How were we to know their sonar is not capable of detecting a simple ceiling fan.  Now, don't go all green, tree-hugger, save the snail on me, I know bats are protected in the UK but here they eat 'em and tonight is curry night - just need a few more. "Turn the fan up another notch darling, I've got the net ready..."

Techno Fail

My beautiful big sister has discovered a problem with the blog.  My incredibly clever use of some HTML codes don't work for everybody.  So if you nip back to the previous post, the bottom row of text should have had some dotted underlines to show there were some brilliant hidden messages. In fact, I've used this method quite a lot - some of the funniest bits I realise now have been wasted - oh well, never mind.

I promise to be a little less subtle from now on - Yes, yes I know subtle doesn't normally spring to mind about me but Amanda is still teaching me how to be more polite and say the right things and not to fly off the handle every time someone does something crassly stupid.

This is a test of my new method hover here I don't like it as much, maybe on a quiet day I'll look into it some more. Dammit - there I go again and I promised not to...