SO RONALD.

Little Staple's gone, and it's always hard to let go of something so precious. The wife and I got a bit carried away with things last night and let ourselves get a bit too upset about the kitten. What am I saying, she was almost a cat! Almost grown up. Almost out in the real world all by herself with no parents to tell her what to do or any of that ( Read more... )

Staple has died.

!!!!!!!!!I'M NOT REALLY SURE HOW TO CELEBRATE! UH!!!!!!! IT'S ALL JUST SO EXCITING THAT I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF, MUST TELL THE LADS AT WORK ABOUT THIS TOO ( Read more... )

Happy ANNIVERSARY, Molly!!!!!

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Happy ANNIVERSARY, Arthur!!!!!!!

I am home now and no one's around.

I DIDN'T BURN THE PORRIDGE.

THE PORRIDGE IS EDIBLE.

I AM THE PORRIDGE MASTER.

There's a bowl for you at the shed door, Molly. And I know those dandelion things are weeds but they look pretty, thought you'd like them.

OFF TO WORK NOW, with quite the satisfied stomach!

PORRIDGE FOR TEA TONIGHT, KIDS.

In the kitchen again, short one child, other one making tea. Long day. It seems the wife didn't throw out the computer I'd polished off in the shed. Should head to bed.

I haven't given up on anybody.