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We’ve had a lovely few days in the sun. I’ve managed to get two PC’s up and running for the girls, although one is running Ubuntu so no doubt one of them will become a geek. It took a while to get one of the boxes to accept that a CD drive was really a DVD, but trying to instal Win 7 sorted that out, even though it wouldn’t install.
You’re not interested in that are you? Right. We had a visit from John Terry, who, remarkably returned after spending a weekend with us a while ago. He came in his friends toy car again which is about as big as your average Flamand.
He introduced by darling Zoe, whom I love deeply, to Wii, apparantly some sort of televisual device for shooting animated bunnies with, whilst playing the most annoying music in the world.
My dearest, darling Zoe, whom I love deeply, did awfully well, possibly because she’s had a lot of practice at waving her arms about wildly.
Herman had a busy weekend, racing up and down the garden. it’s only a matter of time before we enter him in some competetive events. He also makes a brave try at hurdles and managed to avoid falling down the hole in the garden.
Tomorrow, I’m off to an event on sustainable packaging. How thrilling.
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It’s not that one isn’t interested but it does get a bit techie for moi. I mean what in tarnation is a Wii?
That’s a rhetorical question BTW.
You’ll have to google it, Pat – it was new to me.
We have a Wii in the pub! Seriously!
I use the toilet though!
Sorry you’ve been having urological problems with your wee… erm… or is that a Wii…? hahahaaa
“…darling Zoe, whom I love deeply.”
You’re a right little fawning creep aren’t you? I wouldn’t blame her one bit if she hit you with her broomstick!
Anonymous; to protect my health and safety.
I think you should build Herman his own little shed where he can pursue his hobbies, like making necklaces and earings out of tortoise-shell, and programming computers etc.
I read somewhere that a spokesperson for the Windsors remarked, “Wii are not amused”..
now I couldn’t tell you whether they were referring to the act of shooting bunnies on the telly or having to listen to the most annoying music in the world?
This is not surprising since we all know that the “Germans”, as Lady Di called them, prefer to be out-of-doors enjoying the sweet dulcet tones of blaring Bugles and psychotic Foxhounds.