More Bra Straps

Night shift spoils the weekend as having to have a few hours snatched sleep after work spoils the rhythm of the day. Ive just taken a walk and met up with Mrs M who will be awared the quote of the day after telling me about her shoulder injury

"I can pick up a heavy bag of potatoes but I cant do up my bra strap!"

You cant debate that comment on a bet and blustery Saturday can you?

All is not lost as I am off to Theatre Clwyd this evening to see the stand up comedian Hal Cruttenden which will be fun no doubt

I shall leave you with a few postcard entries to have a look at........make a cup of tea before you start 

WTF?

keep the gay ones comming

isn't he lovely?

a prize in itself?

oh errrr

what can you say?

Cut Off

I posted a somewhat stressed blog entry last night after I lost my wallet
After cancelling all of my cards and worrying about my Grandmother's wedding ring which I foolishly tucked into a compartment for safety, Mary found said wallet which had fallen behind the living room draught excluder.
Ok , just a minor stressor after all that but it was an on line sharing last night that was pulled because a persistent troll who has been asked politely ( and impolitely) to stop commenting here, felt that they wanted to comment of the whole shebang
The commentator , I think has failed to grasp that I just don't want any of her comments here, no matter how they are phrased and under whatever pseudonym they have picked for that day.
If that seems unfair , I don't care.
I don't have to give a reason

Anyhow back to today......Two adorable looking bearded workmen were knocking on the door at 8.45  this morning.
They arrived all big booted and manly to turn off my electricity
I went all girly for a few moments and Winnie went hysterical
It looked as though a tribute band for the Village People had just walked through the back door.

They were replacing the electricity cables to the cottages on our lane and have done so quickly and professionally watched from the bedroom window by Mary and Albert and from the living room window by Winnie .

I had already stoked the fire so the cottage was warm, but without power the place was totally silent which proved to be rather nice and calm, especially after yesterday's hysteria of wallet searching.
I sat at the kitchen table with a flask of coffee and answered the first two dozen of the postcard entries who had return addresses written on them and I will post these a bit later before I go to bed.
I'm on nights again tonight.

The sexy cable men returned a few minutes ago to " reattach me" and one used the loo with Winnie in tow ( she entered the bathroom with him and he locked the door on both of them which amused me)
The other workman played with Mary in the kitchen when he was waiting and noted my pile of paperwork on the table
" are you working from home today?" he asked , making small talk
I agreed, resisting the urge to say " Just answering my fan mail !" 

37 postcards delivered today....I haven't got time to post them until tomorrow 

Dip Me In Honey And Throw Me To The Lesbians

What's All This Then

Get a good grip of your chopper

whats all this then?"  This was my postman's comment to the amount of card post leaving his hand yesterday.  He was handing the 'bundle " through the open window much to the disgust of Mary who was lying in wait by the letterbox , ready to pull anything through  with gleeful and overacting malice . " Its a competition " I informed him vaguely , " Though I'm a bit short on the smutty and gay entries!" Even though I am slightly short on the smutty and gay entries, I only said it for dramatic effect The postman nodded, unsure on what to say next.  He's not a bag of laughs at the best of times...