Well, I had the glorious task of attacking my garden over the weekend. 

Why is it that when I attempt to battle with nature, I ALWAYS lose.

My arms are scratched to buggery, and my muscles have all gone on strike.  I am having to type this with my nose, which thankfully, doesnt suffer from hay fever or react to any other form of natures vast arsenal.

Still.  My patio is now weed free, and my grass is now down to the level that only small mammals* can hide in it.

A job well done, if I say so myself.  Now can I put off doing any more until next year please.

*about the size of a small saber tooth tiger as opposed to a whooly mammoth .... er ... drat, I think I am showing my age there, arent I :-)

How are you all.

What have I missed

its been sooo long, that I cant even remember who I am :-)

Well thankfully it hasnt lasted that long, but I have got a very itchy bottom.

I am too embarassed to scratch it at my desk, and am too busy to wander off to a hidey hole and give the er .. offending article a good seeing to.

Looks like I am going to have to sit here and surreptitiously rub my buttox on the chair like some mad dog with a bad case of worms .... any one got some of them doggy worming chocolate thingies :-)

It may be a shock but I am still alive.

Woohoo!!

Just been really busy at work.  How does that happen.  Is there anyone I can complain to %-)

Just like you all to know, I had a cumberland sausage, mini Aunt Bessie Roast potatoes and gravy for supper last night.

Well thats all the excitement for today.  Toodle pip, chaps and chapesses

Just thought I would pop in and say hi.

 I've been sooo busy at work .............. Please make them stop :-(

how is everyone out there in blogland?

I am not moaning about 20six or anythig like that.  I am moaning, though.  Yes, I know, me moan?  Not possible.

But, its true.  I am now.  What is the reasoning for this uncharacteristically annoyed pirate, I hear you all scream.  Well, it's the fact I've now been issued a fancy flat screen monitor at work.  It was proudly announced by Igor, who installed it, that it is better for my eyes because it stops the glare.  He said the exact same scripted sentence as he installed one next to me, then the next desk down, and randomly as I walked around the office I heard the same sentence.  An actor in the making I reckon at his ability to memorise a script so precisely.

Still, where was I.  Oh, Yeah! Great.  But that glare was a major weapon in the blogging front.  It allowed me to pop up a command prompt screen and see the reflection of the bosses walking around the office behind me.  I now have to look around randomly.  This is putting pressure on my neck causing me more health and safety issues than the darned blinding effects of glare.

Gah!  what is a sad geek to do?