Streaming

At 7.30 right after my start up neck lick of The Boss (he really likes this you kno)
he rose (that’s a stupid term for getting out of bed unless you associated it with the sharp bits found on roses)….oh…..forgot where I was……Yes got out of bed, looked out the window, ran…(walked fast) and went to get his camera which was not in his studio but downstairs where he left it. This had the potential to offend the milkman if he had been about to deliver the milk, which he wasn’t AND which I am not old enough to have ever barked over, which I think is a real shame ‘Cos it would have been a Grrrreat way to start the day. He just had a rather short Dr Who night shirt on. Ok…Maybe in the Tardis it might have been OK but the good Doc had several lovely lady assistants (some really smart) who might have raised eyebrows……What? Oh OK. The Boss says I am getting into murky waters here and should get bark on topic. Right.
Ahhhhh…..Oh yes. So he got his camera and the rest is obvious, especially the short nig………………Ok OK Ok there’s no need to nag!
I might mention that The Boss is really into streaming and was still at it late last night in bed, on Netflix, with his iPad sitting on a pillow and headphones plugged in. Some SF story about a police type lady (protector)with a cling wrap bullet proof outfit and augmented everything. No dogs.
For the name of the saga…send cheese and I will pay more attention. Ta
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