“Incase of upheaval, fundamental movement below,
What’s really going on I want to know,
But yo, we don’t show on the outside, so slide.”

Howdy y’all As I type, I’m somewhat full of a rather nice tea. That’s the second nosh-out in as many days. Not that I’m complaining, I should add. While it might not be so good for the waistline, it most certainly is good for the soul. For the first time in a while, myself and the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones were without the nippers. Wee Man was at a sleep over and Little Miss was at Granny’s. So what to do? Well, probably what most middle class farties do: to the gastropub! 🙂 Glib comments aside, we both had a lovely meal together. I was great not to have to rush back and just relax in each other’s company. It’s […]

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“You gotta fight,
for your right,
to party”

Hiya, It doesn’t seem long since I was last here, typing away into the Blogger interface. Well, actually, that’s not strictly true. Some afternoons have dragged by slower than a double dose of classroom based dullness. No matter how dry work may get, there is still the option to walk off (mostly), so that makes it unlike double maths on a Friday afternoon. Sleep has been a little hard to come by this week. I have a very minor cold, but as the evil so-and-so has lodged itself at the back of my throat, I am now able to snore for England. That makes is less than conducive for a good night’s kip for me, or the Ever Lovely Mrs […]

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“Now it’s the same room but everything’s different”

Hi, Blustery days – a la Winnie the Pooh – are here again. The clouds zip through the sky as if on some type of stop motion playback. Below, it’s a bit more sedate – even if somewhat windy 🙂 How’s things with you? Ticking along nicely I hope. This year – at least in the UK – it’ll be time for another census. How things have changed at Jones Towers in the last ten years. Before there was two of us and pets, now there are four of us and no pets. Come to think of it a few weeks, it’ll be the anniversary of me dating the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones. Happy days! I guess we’re a traditional household, […]

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“Do you remember the good old days,
Before the ghost town?”

Hey, I trust all is well with you and yours, yes? It’s been a bit of a quiet week so far. Well, work has been busier than usual, but then I guess that is everyone getting away from the Christmas holiday feelings and getting back into the swing of it. Well, it is nearly February 🙂 Home-wise, everyone is well and truly on the mend. There is that old line “so long ‘as you’ve got yer ‘elf (health)“. Like a lot of well worn and well loved phrases, it’s true. After a dose of a bad cold, it’s good to be able to get up in the morning and feel ready to face the world. Okay, that’s not strictly true, […]

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“And these few precious days I’ll spend with you…”

Hi there, As per the English custom I feel I should first comment on the weather: blimey it’s freezing. No, literally, it is zero degrees at the mo. Sure, we’ve a way to go until the UK reaches some of the scarier lower temperatures that the US and other northern climes do… but I was glad of my thermal leggings today 🙂 More tea? But enough about the weather eh? I was going to go for the lyric “no cure for the itch” (answers on a postcard if you know the track) which normally would be the case with dark nights and wanting to dress up. It’s funny – and also quite useful – that I’m not feeling that ‘itch’ […]

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Summer Loving?

What is it with the Grease jokes? Enough already! Well, we’ve got an all male ballet review, so I guess it’s just a matter of time before someone does a TG Grease. 🙂 Actually, dare I Google that? I’m sure someone’s got some Sandy pix somewhere. Summer Wardrobe You may have already read that P. and I were having a bit of a sale on Ebay. Nothing like getting folk to give you money for you old tatt. Anyway, P. asked if I wanted to keep anything before she flogged it on. There was a very nice yellow and red (no, stay with me) sleaveless shift dress… which I have kept and wore to Saturday’s Chams do in Leicester. I […]

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