Yes, we've completely run out of excuses. Those kind people at British Telecommunications plc have finally got round to upgrading the Limekilns exchange so now the interweb is buzzing.
So there's nothing to stop me keeping the world constantly updated with the latest adventures. Well, EXcept FOR THe fact that Ev ery time I go near my computer i've GOT A wEE BOY switcHING THE capS lock on and off. He loves it. A wee light comes on. Doesn't bother with any other keys. Just Caps Lock.
How's the young man looking these days? Just lovely. He's doing his best to feed himself and sometimes he gets some of it into his mouth. Look closely and you can see that he hasn't got the hang of the spoon idea at all. Here he is in the kind of pose that some joker finds and shows at your 21st birthday party. Sorry.
What else do we get? Cheek that's what. Pure cheek, disguised as fun. Still, soon he'll be old enough to understand what a good leathering's for. Aye, revenge will be mine. Tell that to the social workers. You might get through if they haven't all buggered on a half day's flexi-leave. Not that they'd do anything anyway. Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha .... (trails off into madness).
But the poor wee lad's suffering with his teeth. You know how it is, just as you're learning to chew, the blunt ones start forcing their way through. Obviously sore. Shame. Wakes him up in the middle of the night and you know, when he wakes up, the only thing on my mind is the pain and suffering of my wee boy. Honest. No, really. I swear. It's the truth.
Anyway. I'll save some stories for later. Like the tale of the sand pit. The adventure of the new wellies. Life on the open road in a bike trailer. Fun on a new-laid patio. Watch this webspace.
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