Holy Crap
Ok, two things. Firstly, yes I am aware it’s been over a week since my last entry. Secondly, I’m really starting to resent you all for this. It is normally about this time that I would choose to drop out of contact with you all for around a month or so. No real reason, it’s just I’ve kind of settled into things here and have neither the desire nor the information to make this blog entry interesting. Added to that, my parents have been swanning around Rome for the last week, squandering my inheritance on holy crap, so my reason for writing home is diminishing with every over extravagant excursion.
Things here are going well. Miguel, the guy who did all the construction for the pool I designed here last year, came back to work with us this week. We’ve mostly just been doing various bits of tidying up and the laying of new paths and lights around the resort, but it’s all starting to look really good. I have felt slightly hampered by still being reduced to just one hand but it is at last getting slightly better. In fact, I think the swelling would have pretty much gone completely if the first job I did yesterday hadn’t had me accidentally sticking my hand in to this while attempting to re-run some cables…
posted by John @ 7:39 PM
2 Comments:
i'm crapping it, i've not done enough work for college, and it's 4 in the morning. i hope you're feeling suitably smug, in your tropical hideaway homework free, and not fearing a 40 year old teacher with happiness issues. oh, and living with your parents. just thought i'd boost your day, and while away some time not doing college work. i feel like the tallest 14 yr old there ever was.take care and do try to stop maming yourself, although it's good for cheap laughs back here. b
Looks to me like the lesser flied bulltestes slug, which can only be seen if caught in the light of a candle made from the wax of the viewers own external auditory meatus. You're obviously picking up some Attenboroughesque knowledge despite yourself, although it could be a bit Dicky rather than Dickinson if you see what eye would you rather stick a pin in?
Speaking of hand size disparity, do you now feel a kinship with the ever more reclusive Jeremy Beadle? I'll let those of you who have heard the rather mediocre onanism gag interrupt with it at this point, for those of you who haven't you're not missing much, then again on the other hand...
You'll be positively hosing yourself down in smug to discover that we actually had football snowed off on Wednesday, although to be fair the only living thing that can make your hand swell to that size in Sighthill is a bite from one of the local smackheads, rabid little bastards.
Lots of love and other associated caring sharing "I'm a nineties man," niceties,
bob
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