this is us or nearly us as Olly, the coiner of the appellation Squatdwarf is missing ; presumably at the in-laws fir christmas.

No response to the question; 'do women 'get' guitar solos?' too busy listening to soppy ballads no doubt. And the Shadows don't really count.


Listening to Thick as a Brick which just arrived this morning isn't ebay handy?

Went to a couple of parts of the Art Tour last sunday afternoon (church in the morning if your interested) saw some good coloured pencil drawings of pebbles! and nudes by Dave Pickard. He had a good selection of skulls including a swan and a huge foreighn sheep that looked like a monster. Also went to the FIE-FI- FUM (what happened to the fo? had a nice cup of coffee and half a scone which is pronounced sconn not scown, just so you know.

What's this oh only me in a pensive moment whatever that might be. Pencil on paper of all things.
I'm off work this morning and a little at a loose end, been to the dentist, tracked a missing ebay purchase, pulled some wood cladding off kitchen wall (wish I hadn't a nightmare lay concealed!)
Washed a few dishes, cleaned cat tray (why me? I don't even like the cat and said no when the kids asked can we have a kitten?')

Tried to paint a couple of watercolours last night a bit rubbish if i do say so myself. Bought a frame from a charity shop and had a pleasant but brief conversation with the serving lady as said shop about seagulls and crows and blackbirds, as you do.

Well the well of wit and wisdom dried up some while back though it was brought to may attention that my computer's watch is very very wrong, no it isn't 2 am, its 11.20 is am, must (or may) sort this out if I can be bothered