Afternoon.
Still haven't found the passport/birth certificate for Strangelove Mater.
Found the christening certificate for Strangelove Grandfather from 1884.
Found various birth certificates for great uncles & aunts who, in general, specifically, didn't make it to 1900, including specifically, the one who fell off a cart, banged his head on the road and died aged 3.5.
None of which are worth a wank, so I'll have to look further & harder.
Found a funeral notice of a cousin (adopted) who was such a nice guy he stole off his adopted mother, and got sent down for theft from the Coop.
There's not a cloud in the sky at the moment, but those chem trails are very obvious.
In with the hoi polloi and now it's time to go home for lunch.
Which, as a treat to me, is a Pukka steak & kidney pie.
Yum.
<brief interstitial hiatus during which I walked home in the sunshine>
One small cloud observed in an otherwise blue sky.
The weather is really & truly borked again.
The pie was nice enough.
It was, of course, Morrisons, reduced.
But I think you all knew that.
Fecking eyes are itching again.
Bloody trees.
Still haven't found the passport/birth certificate for Strangelove Mater.
Found the christening certificate for Strangelove Grandfather from 1884.
Found various birth certificates for great uncles & aunts who, in general, specifically, didn't make it to 1900, including specifically, the one who fell off a cart, banged his head on the road and died aged 3.5.
None of which are worth a wank, so I'll have to look further & harder.
Found a funeral notice of a cousin (adopted) who was such a nice guy he stole off his adopted mother, and got sent down for theft from the Coop.
There's not a cloud in the sky at the moment, but those chem trails are very obvious.
In with the hoi polloi and now it's time to go home for lunch.
Which, as a treat to me, is a Pukka steak & kidney pie.
Yum.
<brief interstitial hiatus during which I walked home in the sunshine>
One small cloud observed in an otherwise blue sky.
The weather is really & truly borked again.
The pie was nice enough.
It was, of course, Morrisons, reduced.
But I think you all knew that.
Fecking eyes are itching again.
Bloody trees.
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