Backburner

Oh! My good golly, my Lord and my gosh!  As la belle dame Fry (sans merci?) may have expostulated.

It has been many weeks since I have troubled the binary complications of the internet to update you on my downwardly mobile desperations.  Probably for the best, I reckon.  I've never been cheerful, but at present even I would admit to be being a little under par. But I haven't let you know all about Community Payback.  Remind me!

I think there is probably enough material in the seventy-odd blogs to compose a book of failure...maybe a Christmas best-seller?  I also have one or two other ideas to enrich the feeble minds, probably via a 'Kindle'.  When I was a lad, bore bore drone drone, kindling was what encouraged the spark to rage to the furnace.  What a ludicrous cognomen.  Ever seen the film or read the book Fahrenheit 451?  Someone in the US of Idiots still isn't taking notice.  However, I trust my Francophone correspondent is alert to the director - Monsieur Truffe. I am awaiting an export-import opportunity sometime in the next 20 bloody years!  He knows what I am rambling about.

Anyway, back to the main stage.  I have been visited by my very best friends, and also been mailed by my very best children.  Apparently it is Fathers' Day.  I am delighted that my childer have decided to ridicule and humiliate me by post: after all, it's what I would do to them.

Given all this, I now find it necessary to concentrate on providing them with a potential future, rather than seeing the old boy disappear down an optic allusion.  Bugger!  Time to get sorted.

Anyone need a labourer?