Since my last scribblings I have been ensconced in the development of a company website. Interesting in only that its amazing how pickety and fiddley you become when you bare your all to the world. Some of us put on a better show than others, natural advantage and all that. Some just get on with their lives, interacting with the rest of the world as we steam on by, with no intention of ever docking save for supplies and repairs. Little things you check and redo check and redo are still so unsatisfactory in the light of a new day that you wonder why you even bothered to start the night before. I see the perfectionist in my darling every day, and with a wry smile oft think, I wish was I thus dedicated, only to realise that in fact you're worse and better all in one.
Having paid a visit to the Matriarch the other morning, 0045 to be precise. I was relieved to find her fast a bo bo s in bed, giving it large. Giving it very very large actually. Thankfully. Her trusty hound to one side and her feline ginger whinger on the other offering what ever protection well fed, sleeping, comfortable pets do at that time of the night. I got a cursory once over as I shouted up the stairs the time worn classic, "are you awake" knowing full well that there is only one answer to such a barked request..." of course I am now" I smiled to myself..... Good! Then we're both up aren't we? She had retired from the Jungle early, way too early to be normal as the tpm always gave her a roll on the drums approaching midnight. This night she had not been available since 2200 hours. And had not rolled out the news of her indecently early retirement. A fruitless call to the first born left us none the wiser and so a trek was deemed neccesary.
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A short 25 minutes for me or close to an hour for the tpm. As he had journeyed upon a similar mission last time at 0300 recently following a received drum roll from the matriarch which then proved to be unobtainable, (she had put the phone under the pillow, accidentally pressed quick dial and then proceeded to give it large give it very very large once more.) I volountered, Pelo the hero! Or was it "Pelo the hero" I volountered. All's well that ends well, I do like a night drive..... in freezing fog, straight from my warm, cuddly hotty adorned sick bed. I s'pose its recompense for all those dirty nappies. But fear not the tpm and I are certainly getting some mileage out of it this week. Whereas mileage seems to be somewhat of a major a problem to the rest of the pack.
Our visit, the Matriarch and I, to her sister in Leeds following a rather savage RTA will be followed up tomorrow, to check on their recovery and hopefully espy a new charabang for them which will be suitable for their future transportation requirements. Don't you just hate it when someone says you know a bit about cars? "Oh indeed I do.... always take a mechanic along" ...Ohhh I see you want me to come along in that capacity? (Is my life not riddled with enough guilt, without talking family into buying a lemon that any fool could see was unsuitable, if for no other reason than the citrus burn to your eyeballs. ) "Of course I'd be happy to share my knowledge about all things automotive with you" (Always take a mechanic along) Done that, right what's next.
Is that the roll of the drums announcing tiffin'?.. I do believe so, can't decide on which jungle delicacy to have today, smoked trout or freshwater shrimp, ho humm....... Or maybe a silverback butt (y)
