The nasty winds brought down and broke our TV aerial to bits. We got another but t’old fella didn’t fancy risking life and limb in putting it high on the gable!
And it nowing!!! Every day as hubby opened the curtains, I’ve asked, ‘It nowing?’ . His reply has been, ‘No, it not nowing’.
But he beat me to it today, cos it nowing now!!!
So we’ve got no regular TV. I’ve been watching Now TV…,best Christmas pressie ever!
But I’ve missed an epic Corrie episode.
Beautiful Bev says Michelle has lost her baby! Abby, sad.
Hubby has fixed a new aerial in situ. Been up on the roof, tied by a rope to the velux window frame. I couldnt bear to watch…anyway, it`s chuffin cold outside!
To continue the Shakespearean theme: Duvet or not duvet? That is the question. Whether 'tis knobblier to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous brain cells or to take DMTs against a sea of brain fog.
Has the Brain Fog thread migrated over to this one? Is it catching? Infectious? Are we to have an epidemic of fog? Is there a thread inoculation program? Perhaps we need to get Oliver to sort one out?
Sue (but nicely done bit of foggery - if that’s what it’s called!)