My blissful suburban existence was rudely interrupted last week, when out of nowhere a mouse decided to zoom across my countertop, while I was making the Sunday morning bagel. Does the thing have no shame? Could he not at least scurry around the place when I am not there? The brazen neck to just appear up from behind the cooker and take a stroll; “morning, just having a ramble around, are you going to put cheese on that?” I stared in disbelief as the little fecker shot into the toaster. Now most people that I have told this story to have asked me “did you turn it on”. OF COURSE I DIDN’T TURN IT ON; I was still quivering at the other end of the kitchen. I certainly wasn’t intending to have him as a warmed filling. When I managed to get my heart rate down to less than 300, I threw a tea towel over it. Then, holding the containment device at arms length. grimacing in a similar fashion that you might if you were asked to move a small nuclear bomb, I cautiously brought it out into the back garden and retreated with great haste. I must go out and retrieve it one of these days…on second thoughts, maybe I’ll just put it in the bin.
I have just spent the past hour messing around with the bloody template of my blog page. If I can offer one word of advice to novice bloggers like myself - “DON’T MESS WITH THE TEMPLATE”. It has been driving me insane looking at all these little < and > and the other unintelligible gobbledygook (can you believe that is a word and I got it right first time according to my spell checker?). I don’t know when I deleted the little arrow thing in question but the consequences were disastrous. I had these huge URLs popping up all over the place on the blog page instead of hiding themselves behind words like they are supposed to. After a long and infuriating process of elimination I eventually stumbled upon the missing little fecker and everything is back to the way it was before I started messing in the first place. Anyway I just needed to get that out of my system…
Yesterday we celebrated Al’s Birthday; or more precisely the Clarke’s did. After his extraordinary achievement in the Dublin City Marathon at the weekend, finishing in 04:02:44 with an impressive finishing position of 2763 out of over 10,000 runners, he was looking forward to quaffing a few Millers with his buddies at the weekly Thursday Night Pints. However the only people who bothered turning up were the Clarkes’. To add insult to injury, when I enquired as to how many Happy Birthday text messages he had received, the answer was a miserable 2. One from TTMax and one from yours truly. The world is in a state of chassis, is nothing sacred?
