Struggling Back

Hello again.



It's been a long time since I last posted, so I'm sorry if it left any of you feeling left out or ignored.

There have been some changes chez TwistedScottishBastard which have contributed to the post-drought. 

Firstly, my Beloved suggested and implemented a move of our primary living area in our house.  We had been using the smaller back room (where the computer, better known as "The Machine of the Devil", "The Tool of Satan" or even "Your Bloody Electronic Mistress" also lives), but our front room is bigger, warmer and lighter, so we moved.
We moved the TV as well, getting Telstra to install a T-Box as well, so we can record the glorious victories of the Triumphant All Blacks® as they power their way through to a  glorious World Cup Victory.  Or at least we hope to see it.  After losing to the Aussies in the Tri-Nations, I have my doubts, regardless of my Beloved's faith in Graham Henry's game plan "He's just fooling them all", "He's lulling them into a false sense of security".  But I didn't like the mad gleam in her eye when she said it. Every Kiwi remembers Cardiff.

Another French Try let in by a Blind and Deaf ENGLISH ref.

Secondly my son, (he of the pierced earlobe and tattooed forearm showing a delightfully rendered image of the Mexican Day of the Dead with the addition of a Chinese script which he was told meant "May the Lord Bless You" but which really says "I've got a Bastard of a Cold") is working on a major music project and he has to (seemingly) have unlimited access to the InterWeb and Facebook, so I don't have much time to get on the computer. (I asked for an explanation, but I was told that:

1. I was too old to understand
2. I wasn't cool
3. I was never cool
4. I was going to die soon anyway, so why couldn't I just give him our house and car now, and save time.
5. Go away

Lastly my Beloved is really not well.  For some as yet undiagnosed reason she has a permanent feeling of nausea, and the idea of actually putting food in her mouth makes her retch. The only food which seems to cause a minimal retching is porridge, so she's mostly subsisting on that, plus multi-vitamins and supplements.  The net effect is a 10kg loss of weight and a lovely lady with a rather shorter fuse than normal.

Porridge. Would you like to eat NOTHING else?

The net effect of all of the changes is that I don't get to go onto the computer very much, and as I'm swamped with work at Nuova Lazio High, I don't get much time there as well.  I might try getting up in the middle of the night to write a post, but I really like my sleep, so that's probably not going to happen. We'll see.

However, the event which triggered an unbearable urge to blog was so f*cking momentous that I'll even risk my Beloved's ire, and my Son's surliness.


I'll tell you all about it tomorrow........