Flat Out

There is a wonderfully comfortable bed just under the stairs but if you are “flat out” I feel you at least need to be flat.
This may be the last time you see me this year as I am off to THC (Tussocks Holiday Camp) tomoro and I can’t wait. It has been a funny old week with variations between the sublime and the ridiculous with yesterday topping the latter as The Boss, while removing our old and clapped out, dishwasher got his tap selection wrong and got a shower while fully dressed. It was a grrreat sight as his jeans were already covered with fine wood powder so just add water for the modern look. Sensational!
Anyway the new Dish drawer is all installed and working and his jeans have been through the cycle, (Not in the Dish Drawer) the hanger and even had a brief encounter with an iron. Real Blokes however do NOT have  creases in their jeans. If it is good enough for Tim, its good enough for him. So there!! 

Brarking News…
There was new addition to my Wall of Honour today with the arrival of a Christmas Card from some place “Down Under”
There was a bare legged but “fully suited” Santa with a dog wearing a shark suit under a sun umbrella on a beach somewhere…”Down Under” and after The Boss stopped rolling on the floor making funny rasping noises he took it to “My Wall” where it will proudly live (maybe till next Christmas). 
Meanwhile I leave you once again in the very barkable (mini) hands of Tiny T who will guide The “B’s” for the next few weeks and has been practising the correct answer to; 
“Jeez mate…Where’s your flaming curly mutt?”

Yep they are heading across the Tasi to Aus and Sidknee so
 “By crikey I hope they turn the flamin heat down a bit”…Right!

T