...invasive weather

Non invasive weather or whether not to invade.
Whether to Weather the storm or not to storm & wither ?
Snow go or go snow ?
...I'm writing rubbish again .
It's a seasonal affective disorder.

The UK amazes me sometimes
To be stunned into a standstill, due to weather that we know was coming just seems to me to be....well. Shall we say my flabber is well & truly gasted.

...the udder woman

Tsk, Dennis had strayed from the flock.

...Cowpoke

Jake was told this was bad cattle country, he wasn't expecting the cows to poke back though.
...shortly after Jake went back to fluffy, bunny farming.

...caption wanted

Scribbled this out with several captions in mind , just couldn't decide, so I shall leave it open for captions, comments or to be ignored. :O)

...the well of lost biscuits

Its odd, a small, quick sketch that basically made very little sense, had more views & response on my Flickr than any other of late.

My only thought at the time was, "I don't knowingly drop biscuits into my tea, how come they end up in the bottom ?"
After ruling out magical vortices's (simply through sheer common sense) Octopi seemed the only logical explanation.

...see-sore point

Jeremy was weighed in the balance , and found not to be wanting.

...all flocked

Dennis often became terribly confused around the migration season.

...muck n fuddle

What's the point in trying to explain to your work mates the thousand reasons you're late for work ?

Ok , I'm late for work.
My car is broken,
I cant mend it because there's not enough light to see
There's no light to see because Iv'e had to get up too early.
Ive had to get up too early so I can try to make it to work on time
...because my car is broken.

So mend it this evening ?

....well.
There's not enough light to mend it
, because by time I get home it's dark
Why go home when it's dark you ask ?
,because I'm trying to make up time for when I was late this morning.


...and yes , I was late because my car is broken >:O(

...and so on. Repeat for several days until it's the weekend.

...been hung out to dry

Dennis often awoke to find himself in peculiar situations.


....don't we all ?.

...static

Static is about where this blog has been for a while.
I have been distracted. No apologies.

I remember playing with static in the school workshops.
A buffing wheel and a polystyrene block can be terribly seductive to the curious and not so terribly mature mind.
The polystyrene beads stayed on the wall & ceiling for weeks .
Fun Days.




....I miss that job. :O)