Badger Badger Mushroooom

There I was last night doing the ironing, which I'm convinced has been there since before I was 'stricken', when I saw a fox strolling past the lounge window, calm as you like. He wandered past the car then between Suzy's shed and the willy tree before disappearing into the eucalyptus bushes. As if he owned the place.

this root thing is attached to the tree trunk, ergo the willy tree!
Well, I eventually conquered the ironing mountain, interrupted only by a brief chat with Timmy (he's convinced I burnt my ear because he'd rung whilst I was ironing - he's worried about the brain damage) and settled back to watch the box. At about 11pm there was a knock at the door. Now, I was home alone (hurrah, it's allowed!) - Fifi Babitt was down South, Scott had a 100 Club gig which Hannah was photographing - so should I open the door or not? Go on, wimp, it'll dad back from Bridge, wanting his t'internet results. But no - shock, horror, it was the po-lice, complete with body armour, truncheon and mahussive torch, investigating reports of badger bating. No officer, I know nothing of badger bating but will hold my hands up to bodger bating having seethed over Have-it & Scarper's mixer taps all night. They're so working to fellow Boltonian Peter Kay's script - plumbed it, bodged it, f****d off......

And talking of badgers, I resigned from work this week. It's become apparent that this ole brain won't let me do my job as I did before, and anything less than that just isn't acceptable to me. It's a big wrench and a really difficult decision to make but, in reality, it's a no-brainer. So I'm on sabbatical and shall spend the time puppy rearing, cat loving, gardening, house keeping, Fifi, daddy and aunty minding as well as recuperating. But why badgers? Check out the link - we had hours of hystericals with this one at work, just one of those silly but necessary things that lightened the stressful and not so stressful times............

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/flash/badger.swf

And finally, the puppadoms helped out in the garden today and something's going sadly wrong with some broccolflower plants......they should all look like the one on the right NOT the one on the left........it's the rain what's done it.

And double and treble finally, tons of Scottish luck and love to Tom and UR Penetrators for tonight, the first of the monthly Club Penetrators residencies in Glasgow, and tons of Welsh love to Hannah and Scott for their well-earned Anglesey break.