The swimming cricket

Yes folks, scientists & biologists have discovered a swimming cricket in South America. (Ugly bugger isn’t it?) In the grand scheme of life it’s about as exciting as discovering a tap dancing bluebottle…

Brings to mind a vision of the “Swimming Cricket Olympic team” rivalling the “Flea Jumpers gymnastics team.” I can’t think of an event for bluebottles, although tap dancing round the sticky fly traps could be an option…

OR it could be a new initiative called August fools day. The powers that be have decided that because of the state of the weather & the economy, it might be a good fun for the plebs to have a Fools day every month. It wouldn’t surprise me if Boris Buffoon Johnson came up with the idea while he was dangling from a zip wire…

Meanwhile at the real Olympics – doesn’t Team GB just make you so proud to be British? Tingles down the spine last night, 3 Gold medals for us within an hour. [No politicians or corrupt “top nobs” involved]

The closest the “chumps at the tea-party” can get right now is to sit on the side-lines & watch in AWE. While British achievement & sheer determination “by the people for the people” works superbly without them… Perhaps they could learn a few lessons based on principles? Nah, they wouldn’t get it at all…

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Right well, I’d best go & start packing my stuff, the overflow from my “jumble sale” suitcase into Dave’s neatly packed one could be quite a bundle this time…

I can already hear “Do you really need that?” Answer: “YES” followed by a valid excuse reason why. I mean it’s only fair to justify your rubbish properly, especially while you’re rummaging through your husband’s neatly folded undies to make more room. (Oh missus).

So, in exactly 24 hours from now we’ll be in a taxi going to the airport.

Best not forget this then eh…?

 

According to that stupid dream of mine it could put the mockers on everything…

So I’ll say Tatty Bye, we get back on August 16th, which means you can have a nice rest from my wittering & ramblings…

PS: If you’re extremely bored one day, you could do the “time-warp” thing, & read back through the archives that have been sat here since 2007. Then again, they might be a bit rusty musty dusty & send you soundly to sleep. Good bedtime reading then eh…?

Auf Wiedersehen, und pass auf dich auf… (Sounds a bit “ify” that, but it’s not – honest).