dear the internet
how are you? Have you been doing anything interesting lately?
I will get to the point
Sundays contain many things, one of them I'm afraid is the phenomenon of been rudely awaken then your head crammed with the thoughts of yesteryear. only to be confronted my my idiotic fridge with its exclamation of "there's no fucking milk in ere!". A mind could fall apart when tortured by the awful notion of U.H.T. or Ultra Heated Typhoid milk. Coffee really should have the texture of the local dog track going down the throat. After this hounding event designed to disappoint my fair frame went straight for the Gulliver or sink to you types. dishes broken and left on the floor it was time to leave the house.
I went into the bedroom having not even explained that I wasn't leaving for sometime, this was due to having a jolly good argument with 'me ol man ('my' for the people who can't read colloquialisms)' father. We argued about everything, it was so magical... "No!" and i would reply "but why" and other classics like "where did you get that from?", only to be shot down with "Muuurrgghhh (sound of a groan with a up curled lip)".
Anyway back to the boudoir.
I went toward the computer and switched it on.
Many tapings' were had, looking at all the pretty colours I found a trap, covered with the face of children and moral outrage. with this in mind it was off to the merry shops wearing a cunning coat (how else will I get past security?). Inside there were good of every kind, double eggs, leaf pie, danish bacon, the lot and even blatent disregard for safety (my personnel favourite). with my grocery in tow it was off back homestead eager to bore slowly into a gentle lull. so here's to the weeks end and all that sail on her.
Dr Populus M.D.