I’m sad to report my nan’s clothes horse has broken beyond repair after 60 years.
It's the end of an airer!
I’m sad to report my nan’s clothes horse has broken beyond repair after 60 years.
It's the end of an airer!
I've just dropped my mobile phone.
Luckily it was in flight mode so it landed safely.
I can't believe that the morning has disappeared already and I've hardly got anything done.
All because Facebook was down so I had to phone 42 of my friends to find out what they had for breakfast.
Today I bought myself some sensible walking boots and a green rucksack with a few outer pockets and went up to the Lake District.
I walked around for about 5 miles or so, stopped and sat on a stone wall for a bit and had a flask of milky coffee.
Then I walked another 5 miles or thereabouts and decided to stop for a snack.
I rootled about in my new rucksack and decided that a biscuit would do the job.
I found some digestives, some bourbons and a pack of custard creams so I picked the . . .
Sorry, I'm rambling!
I asked my smart phone what to do when I feel sleepy in the middle of the day.
It turns out there's a nap for that!
Why don't aliens spend their holidays on Earth?
Because our solar system only has one star.
I had my phone stolen yesterday but the laugh's on them,
I've already used up all my free minutes.
My wife asked me why I spoke so softly in the house.
I told her it was because I thought Mark Zuckerberg might be listening.
She laughed.
I laughed.
Alexa laughed.
Siri laughed.
Before my surgery my anaesthetist offered to knock me out with gas or a boat paddle.
It was an ether/oar situation.
I can't believe it's Christmas Eve already!
Or at least that's what it looks like judging by the state of my advent calendar.
Her: Let's exchange numbers.
Him: Won't that just confuse people who are trying to call us?
An Easy Way To Remember Which Way The Clocks Go In Autumn:
The evenings are creeping in.
The collective noun for a group of tortoises is a creep.
The combined weight of 9 African spurred tortoises is approximately 365Kg.
There are 365 days in a year on the planet earth.
The best way to move mounds of earth is with a bulldozer.
Bulldozer rhymes with Composer.
One of the most recognised composers was Johann Christian Bach.
Bach sounds like Back.
Back. The clocks go back.
I was driving towards a village and, I'll admit it, I thought I was going a bit fast. But then one of those auto road signs flashed up 87mph, and spookily enough, that was exactly the speed I was travelling at. So hey, I figured I was OK.