When is showing your love for your pet rabbit going too far? Not like that! This is a family friendly blog, despite the occasional ‘effing. No, some may argue – justifiably – that wearing the below t-shirt is bordering on being a Crazy Cat Lady. Except we don’t own a cat and I am a man.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to be wearing this shirt down the pub or nightclub. Not that this is significant. I can’t remember the last time I visited a public house to drink (and that wasn’t because I got blind drunk and forgot). As for a nightclub, the last one I went to has now been demolished, to make way for a shopping complex. My second and final ever visit to a club was so long ago, that Leeds United were still in Europe, I hadn’t began writing this blog or even working for The NHS.
I digress. I will be wearing the shirt to bed. It looks warm, those cold nights are starting to draw in, and Claire and I both refuse to turn the heating on in September! The chances that I’ll ever have the opportunity to show it off outside the house are therefore remote – unless at a teddy bears’ sleepover, which, although unlikely, still carries a greater chance of me being spotted at, than in The Dog and Duck, drinking a pint of Fosters.
* before you leave a comment (not that anyone apart from spambots does anyway), telling me that I can’t type or spell “FAR”; I intended to use the word “FUR”. It’s a pun and is amusing. If you must leave a comment, you may correctly tell me that I can’t tell jokes or think of decent puns.
Poor Roman has been behaving rather strangely these past few days. I wouldn't say that he is off his food, but he is off his food!
He normally devours his lunch and evening meals, but we found him to be very picky with what was placed in his bowl.
It was time to investigate what the problem...
After Roman's Sunday tantrum, where he ate part of a carpet and caused no end of trouble; Claire and I thought that he would be better behaved yesterday - especially as we would both be spending the day downstairs and keeping him company.
How wrong we were...
Roman had probably been in his run for less than...
A little pressie arrived for Claire this morning.
The gift, arranged by yours truly, was delivered by a courier who, instead of ringing the doorbell like a normal person, bashed our door as if they were a police officer executing a raid on a drugs den.
As startled as Claire and I were by the assault on...
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
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