Thanks a lot
It has eyes, Iāll grant you, but what happened to its legs? Pore fing. Crool, I call that.
It just looks so dejected :- (
What I call, and live with as, dust? I dunno, those Physicists dunnarf make a fuss abaht little fings. The Entropy Manās coming rahnd Mundy, all beinā well.
Poor wee thing needs a home
Itās done the feline thing of folding itās legs below its body
Not Feline. Not cleaning its 486 feet Loudly. She said with feeling through gritted teeth. harumph.
The leopards only have 4 feet apiece
Then they obviously have durty gurt feet. The Oaf assiduously cleaned all of his this morning, loudly. Anā I was counting.
4 times 5 is 20
All demanding at least room for a whole cat
Count yourself lucky in only the one Oaf
I am sitting here with my mug of tea and wondering if it is ever going to get light this morning or if I have woken up in northern Scandinavia.
Bleurgh!
Ditto
Itās like the world has not put the money in the meter to get the electric lights on
Bacon butty?
Just the thing. Iāll put the kettle back on for more tea.
Sounds like a plan
I am researching stitches for my beautiful peacock transfers that arrived yesterday
I am having fun planning my peacock and then will have fun choosing the silks and fabric and fun doing the project
Itās merely wet here. A pigeon is standing in the rain on the end of the roof tree trying to look as if it wants to be there. (If I were as fat as that pigeon I would not stand where I could be caught by a swoop from a Grate Big Bird.)
yardarm
Ah maybe it is being selfless and ensuring wee birdies are safe
Twitter definitely has its moments, it has just introduced me to the best new insult Iāve come across for ages. Iām now quite looking forward to the next time Iām really annoyed with someone, just so I have the opportunity to call them a drooling gurgleturd.
Wotās it going to do, choke the kite on the way down its gullet?
Ducks now, you know where you are wiv ducks.
Usually I see ducks on my dinner plate here
Not always. I was once admiring a particularly handsome duck in a chest height pen at an agricultural show when it suddenly turned its back on me and shot poo all down my front. That jacket was never quite the same again.
And now I am reminded again of a drooling gurgleturd.