Aug 30
Turfism
I do agolopize for the brief promise of more regular postings, it’s just that this weird wave of cyberphobia has kicked in again. I’m sure it’ll go away soon. In the meantime, here is a random photograph of my dear ole dad and some slapper I used to know as a kid. You should see the state of her now.
He hasn’t changed! It must be cantankerousness that is the secret of Eternal Youth!
We cut that turf just up the road. Shared a plot
with your uncle and auntie. They made off with the lions share. Plus ca change?
Ian; He told me that he sold his soul to the devil. It’s why he’s so good at maths.
Granny; Turf wars!
Ian, he just aged early. In fact he was born
bearded. K8 was also bearded at birth!
Will yiz all quit talking about me behind my back?!
He does look the same! You do too, K8. Maybe a little taller, I think? :)
I have seen the state of her now (well, last year), she looks just fine.
Your dad has indeed not changed. Does he have a portrait of himself ageing in the attic?
Good heavens! It looks like all he’s done is changed the color of his hair!
You’re still as beautiful today K8!
Awhhh – looks like a very precious moment :)
Ok! Everyone chant along with me.
We Want K8! We Want K8! We Want K8!
I’m here I’m here! Jeez, sorry about that. Again. And thanks again for being so patient!
Maybe I wouldn’t make such a great paramedic after all… defibrillators are pretty useless on skeletons.