Mk3 has hit 18 and suddenly become a totally different person.
She is going for the RAF and starts college to get her A levels in Sept. Got ruck of GCSE's mostly A's and B's at school but decided to earn Dosh instead of further Ed. The turnaround is amazing.
In the space of one or two months this Kevinneta has done an 180 degree turnaround. Still expects Mummy to do the washing mind. You live and learn.
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Think yourself lucky your getting past THAT stage.
Ive got two of the blighters to worry about, but the problem i think will be with our Robbie, thinks himself a bit of a stud!!.... keeps nickin my hair gel.
But then i can see him getting on the offensive when the girlies start to date, which as far as jed can see will be NEVER.
But like you say youve been there and got the t-shirt - Any tips apart from locking them up?
Ive got two of the blighters to worry about, but the problem i think will be with our Robbie, thinks himself a bit of a stud!!.... keeps nickin my hair gel.
But then i can see him getting on the offensive when the girlies start to date, which as far as jed can see will be NEVER.
But like you say youve been there and got the t-shirt - Any tips apart from locking them up?
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She'em off to Leeds in the Morn until next Wednesday!
Mk4 is Sh**ing bricks and praying that Good Ole Dad behaves. (Cackle Cackle) Mk3 is gone and living elsewhere. Mk2 has decided to spend the rest of the week and next staying with the love of her life.
Dear Wife has given me instructions on what I can and what I must not do this time........takes all the fun out of it as far as I'm concerned!
She really don't trust nice Little Me!
The cats are preparing a defended area next to the Rose bushes. A very professional Job they have done as well considering they lack an Opposable thumb. Just proves that desperation can overcome Evolution.
(Now, just where did I put the worming tablets and the flea spray?)
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Mk4 is Sh**ing bricks and praying that Good Ole Dad behaves. (Cackle Cackle) Mk3 is gone and living elsewhere. Mk2 has decided to spend the rest of the week and next staying with the love of her life.
Dear Wife has given me instructions on what I can and what I must not do this time........takes all the fun out of it as far as I'm concerned!
She really don't trust nice Little Me!
The cats are preparing a defended area next to the Rose bushes. A very professional Job they have done as well considering they lack an Opposable thumb. Just proves that desperation can overcome Evolution.
(Now, just where did I put the worming tablets and the flea spray?)Artist
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Thursday 16 Sep 0630hrs:
At the insistance of the Better Half we left the house to get to the Railway Station for 0705hrs. Arrived 5 minutes after leaving the Poxy House! I know the old saying used to be "A good Marine is always five minutes early" but, 25 minutes?!
Returned home, had some Brekkie. Watched the Box untill 0730hrs and then called on MK4 to get up and get ready for School. After 15 minutes no sound was heard. Ambled to the Artmobile and collected the hand held Klaxon purchased at a Canal Shop for £3.95, had to keep it in the Artmobile or the "Better Half" would have confiscated it. She does not share my sense of humour. (Just why a canal boat needs a bloody Foghorn is beyond me. All that happens if two ever collide is the noise.............................................. Bumb)
Bimbled up stairs to the MK4's Bedroom, checked that she had indeed fallen asleep again. Sounded Klaxon!! Cackle, Cackle! She was up and out of her Pit like a Boomerang Curry on steriods!
An added bonus was that the MK2 had crept in last night and it woke her up as well. MK2 on coming down stairs informed her dear father that he was in actual fact "A RIGHT TW*T!"
The MK4 (now 14) came down with a face like a bucket of spanners, in Civvies, Turns out it's a "Non Uniform Day" and she had set her alarm clock for 0800hrs as she didnt need to spend as much time getting ready. Ho Hum. Daddy was not informed of this.........Snee! Snee!
The cats are wary and seem to be keeping out of my way at this time. But he who has command of the Can Spanner rules! Their defensive perimeter is however really rather good, and only took a day to build
And so starts the fun! YEE HAA!
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At the insistance of the Better Half we left the house to get to the Railway Station for 0705hrs. Arrived 5 minutes after leaving the Poxy House! I know the old saying used to be "A good Marine is always five minutes early" but, 25 minutes?!
Returned home, had some Brekkie. Watched the Box untill 0730hrs and then called on MK4 to get up and get ready for School. After 15 minutes no sound was heard. Ambled to the Artmobile and collected the hand held Klaxon purchased at a Canal Shop for £3.95, had to keep it in the Artmobile or the "Better Half" would have confiscated it. She does not share my sense of humour. (Just why a canal boat needs a bloody Foghorn is beyond me. All that happens if two ever collide is the noise.............................................. Bumb)
Bimbled up stairs to the MK4's Bedroom, checked that she had indeed fallen asleep again. Sounded Klaxon!! Cackle, Cackle! She was up and out of her Pit like a Boomerang Curry on steriods!
An added bonus was that the MK2 had crept in last night and it woke her up as well. MK2 on coming down stairs informed her dear father that he was in actual fact "A RIGHT TW*T!"
The MK4 (now 14) came down with a face like a bucket of spanners, in Civvies, Turns out it's a "Non Uniform Day" and she had set her alarm clock for 0800hrs as she didnt need to spend as much time getting ready. Ho Hum. Daddy was not informed of this.........Snee! Snee! The cats are wary and seem to be keeping out of my way at this time. But he who has command of the Can Spanner rules! Their defensive perimeter is however really rather good, and only took a day to build
And so starts the fun! YEE HAA!
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I'm tempted to let Brat read this. She then may appreciate her darling Daddy; more than she does at present!
I'm taking her out for fish chips and mushy peas tomorrow, at Cornwall's finest emporium. Lucky girl.
keep us amused Steve, never let them relax, that's the secret, keep 'em nervy. Get all that PMT out of your system.
I'm taking her out for fish chips and mushy peas tomorrow, at Cornwall's finest emporium. Lucky girl.
keep us amused Steve, never let them relax, that's the secret, keep 'em nervy. Get all that PMT out of your system.
You should talk to somebody who gives a f**k.
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Artist.... I'm suprised......That the amount of time you are now spending in the Cut these days ...that you don't take the family's shreddies down with you and do the dhobi while your there...... It'd probably be more cost effected.......
Are you actually coming down to Conwy or has that fallen through.......?
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Are you actually coming down to Conwy or has that fallen through.......?
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COFF! COFF! Mike
Yes am coming down but not yet owing to work around here.
Am considering swimming the cut until it runs out then using the rivers and then the sea to get to your Gaff!
This morning went swimmingly all up before little me. An Oppo had come down to pay a visit yesterday evening. And after reading a "Certain Book" he had bought with him we retired to a Hostelry to check up on the Beer keeping abilities of the Landlord. Fine in fact. (The Klaxon however was deemed a tad to loud to use in a crowded Pub to attract the attention of the barstaff. Landlord in fact offered to find it a new home called "My Nether regions" You live and learn hey?)
Oppo stayed the night and the Damson wine was tested as was the wifes Litre bottle of Baileys and the Whiskey, Gin, Vodka etc, etc. Damson wine and Baileys mixed together tastes "Different" but you never know until you try! (note to self: Buy another Litre Bottle of Baileys before she gets home and rips me head off!)
Just returned from Stoke on Trent............Depressing place save for the people who are as nice as you could ever want. Mk4 and MK2 even did the washing up yesterday evening whilst Daddy and his Chum were out!
The cats seem to have read a book on "Keeping a very Low Profile" as if they see me before I see them...............WROOOOOM! like sh*t of a shiney shovel they are gone!
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Yes am coming down but not yet owing to work around here.
Am considering swimming the cut until it runs out then using the rivers and then the sea to get to your Gaff!
This morning went swimmingly all up before little me. An Oppo had come down to pay a visit yesterday evening. And after reading a "Certain Book" he had bought with him we retired to a Hostelry to check up on the Beer keeping abilities of the Landlord. Fine in fact. (The Klaxon however was deemed a tad to loud to use in a crowded Pub to attract the attention of the barstaff. Landlord in fact offered to find it a new home called "My Nether regions" You live and learn hey?)
Oppo stayed the night and the Damson wine was tested as was the wifes Litre bottle of Baileys and the Whiskey, Gin, Vodka etc, etc. Damson wine and Baileys mixed together tastes "Different" but you never know until you try!
(note to self: Buy another Litre Bottle of Baileys before she gets home and rips me head off!)Just returned from Stoke on Trent............Depressing place save for the people who are as nice as you could ever want. Mk4 and MK2 even did the washing up yesterday evening whilst Daddy and his Chum were out!
The cats seem to have read a book on "Keeping a very Low Profile" as if they see me before I see them...............WROOOOOM! like sh*t of a shiney shovel they are gone!
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Terrible news for the MK2 was delivered this evening.
The Love of her life is off this weekend to a Stag Party in the Costa del Summut. So she'em here for the weekend.
Klaxon has nearly run out now which is a shame as it can produce endless hours of Harmless entertainment. It worked a treat whilst picking up the MK4 from her school. Two four Wheel driving POSH Bints/Mothers were "Halfing a jolly ole Chat" and my pathetic Artmobile horn was having no effect. (me old Artmobile horn was removed as the wife threatened actual bodily harm if I did not remove it. It were great! Went summut like CHUG A CHUG! A CHUG! BARFF! BARFF! WEEEEEEEEE! SPLUT! Bang! It was in fact the sound of a canal boats engine being started and blowing up)
Anyway the PARP! PARP! PARP! of the Klaxon seemed to Gee them up and Lo! we were off. MK4 was hiding her head for some unknown reason? Got home and the pair of us had a Gurt Big Fry Up. Wife only lets the family have one once a week owing to the unhealthy stigma attached to Fry Ups.
The Morrow is Market Day so the MK2 is taking the MK4 to Chester for the day. Just annoyed that the Klaxon now goes PARP! PARP! as I was keen to try it out in the confines of the Market Hall. But, we can't have everything can we?
The Cats are camped out in the shed at this time and the little Sods must be scrounging other cats food as they aint been near the House even with me standing at the door and shouting "COME ER YAR BASSAS AND GET YER SCRAN!"
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The Love of her life is off this weekend to a Stag Party in the Costa del Summut. So she'em here for the weekend.
Klaxon has nearly run out now which is a shame as it can produce endless hours of Harmless entertainment. It worked a treat whilst picking up the MK4 from her school. Two four Wheel driving POSH Bints/Mothers were "Halfing a jolly ole Chat" and my pathetic Artmobile horn was having no effect. (me old Artmobile horn was removed as the wife threatened actual bodily harm if I did not remove it. It were great! Went summut like CHUG A CHUG! A CHUG! BARFF! BARFF! WEEEEEEEEE! SPLUT! Bang! It was in fact the sound of a canal boats engine being started and blowing up)
Anyway the PARP! PARP! PARP! of the Klaxon seemed to Gee them up and Lo! we were off. MK4 was hiding her head for some unknown reason? Got home and the pair of us had a Gurt Big Fry Up. Wife only lets the family have one once a week owing to the unhealthy stigma attached to Fry Ups.
The Morrow is Market Day so the MK2 is taking the MK4 to Chester for the day. Just annoyed that the Klaxon now goes PARP! PARP! as I was keen to try it out in the confines of the Market Hall. But, we can't have everything can we?
The Cats are camped out in the shed at this time and the little Sods must be scrounging other cats food as they aint been near the House even with me standing at the door and shouting "COME ER YAR BASSAS AND GET YER SCRAN!"
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