Mornin orl. Be cold an damp yer. Luckily, blanket be warm.

Zartinly is doan yer, av bin bizzundoan ferran our or tu zo var!

End October will be the last cycle. Life begins again.

This great when the penny drops. Like weight liftin off their shoulders.

End uv chemo

Mornin volks. Annuva rough naight, no wurk furrus tudai. Oanly a mumf tu go. Gude job us avva dacent guvnor.

It’s a Secret.

Mornin volks. Crap nights zleep zo curling up on zofa wiv a couple uv zpaniels wot be moor friendly than a bed. Wotchin noos ont telly, turnin off zoon, tis rubbish aboat volks geddin married, like that wuz sumfing noo. Avva gude dai frens!

In case you haven’t got the drift here, we’re simple country folk and are only fortunate enough to have learned our letters in Sunday School so need pictures. We really like pictures….. Oh, and welcome to the nuthouse!

Locked?

Still won’t stop the next bench from nicking your can and losing the straw…..

So a requires a careful approach whilst preparing for the table, I guess. Do you skin them first or marinade in red wine?

Godda vair bit dun tudai, swepp is chimbley zarvernune, rebedded register plate anorl. Then went pub verra couple a back ohm. Tu showers and sooty smell still under us vingernails. Gnight volks!

I think it’s that there’s no international money symbol for the Jellytot so the lister has been forced to use the £ instead. Not his fault.

Been a tough year with these little horrors. We get lots of deer ticks which get enormous. Trick is to wait until they’re nicely full and then get them when they’re less keen on the job. Then chuck them on the woodstove and watch them pop. Unfortunately they don’t scream in agony, which would be...

I say…..it’s not the new MiniMoke, is it? 😂

They be Vrenchmen. Not enough of they little grey fellers aboat nowadays.

Evenin orl, Annuver dai dun, annuver blud tess, annuver mornins wurk. Cocker zpaniel azleep on us chest arfter his furst dai’s wurk ont partridges. Mrs DG sez him wuz a gude lad in zpite uv being a darf little bonehead. Ees muved up the zofa now so in range….

Reminds me of the back entrance to my bike shed.

This mornins zport be tekkin deer ticks off me little cocker an chukkin em ont woodstove. Zum uvvem go pop int zatisfyin way. Were 3 uv nasty parasites. Cud be wurser, cud be politicians but I zpose em’d squeal bedderer.