Trust Tommy

OK, I've been asked to update this due to it smelling funny, according to Pa. Yes, Patrick of all people! Patrick! Mr.-I-haven't-updated-in-a-month. I wouldn't want to know what his smelt like after 5 weeks to my one.

Summer is going awesomely. Who'd have actually thought you could fit in this much drumming, MSN, reading, playing with the dogs and listening to music. I don't think God meant for so much happiness to be taken from a day.

In other news.

1) Damien Mulley is following my blog. apparently. If he is, and he reads this, will you teach me how to find time to update your blog (at the last count) 4 times in one day? Drop a comment or email me, or twitter me, or facebook me. Gosh, I'm so accessible.

2) The dogs are growing at an alarming rate. When we dropped them off at their summer house the night before we went to France, they could quite easily fit in the palm of your hand, now their size, coupled with their weight (6.3 KG apiece) makes picking them up an unwise choice

3) John gets childish pleasure out of making computers say things. A tradition which (IIRC) began in our old house (old by one, not the one in Tipp) when John would play music obnoxiously loud on the iMac, which Patrick, who was busy studying on how to become a millionaire, would find annoying. Not one for the talking (or at least, not in the literal sense of the word), Pa sets his computer to turn the volume of the iMac down fully, after saying "Shut the Duck Up" (only replacing Duck with it's F partner). Little did Patrick know that this set into motion a chain of events that would culminate in me having to get up at 2 am in the morning to look at John showing off by making the iMac say: "I am the ghost of christmas past" almost 3 years later

4) Another "you-don't-miss-the-water" moment: You never realise how stupid you are paying 9c for texts until Meteor give you an offer allowing you free meteor to meteor texts, which you celebrate by, since then, sending on average about 50 texts a day. Dad says it's nothing to be proud of, but I secretly am :)


I'll try and do a Mulley ( :P) on it, and update my blog a second time before going to bed tonight.