This one has me puzzled, the bloke over the road right, the one that lives next door to Taff. No not that way the other way, with the big silver car, yeah now you've got him. What's he up to? He's out all day, I assume at work, I mean I'm no Poirot but it's a fair assumption that one isn't it. He's not there, the cars not there, from around 8.30 to 5.30, so I reckon he's gone and got himself a job. You are with me this far I take it. Right, well here's the puzzling bit. Most nights between say 6 and 10 he's in an out of that house like I don't know what, off somewhere quick in the car then back again. He's usually "away" for between 5-15 mins and then he's back. No sooner has he reversed onto the drive and popped into the house than he's back out again. Last night between 9-10 he "popped" out no fewer than eight times. He could be running a plate-less taxi firm from home I suppose, one that never gets a journey...

Me Dad was busy doing a website for someone or other, he'd been at it for hours the poor lamb, with me sleeping dutifully at his feet. How was I supposed to know that the trip switch was under me left paw? He wont forget to save his work again in a hurry though will he? I reckon I've done him a favour, the fat bastard. Talking of lamb it said on the telly tonight that the per capita consumption of lamb in the US is less than one pound per person per year! What are they eating to get so fat, that's what I want to know. If you've ever watched Man vs Food then there may be some clues in there for you. "A full twelve pounds of pulled pork, eighteen hamburgers, three tonne of fries, eight slabs of Monterrey Jack cheese, a hundred and forty two Scotch bonnet chilli peppers and two gallons of their own special jalapeno concentrate instant death sauce all to be consumed inside three minutes." And the crowd are cheering him on like he's some sort of super-hero. The...

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Took Sasha the cute Lhasa Apso out into town for a meal on Saturday night, in a dog about town sort of a way. Attempted to leave a review of the restaurant on Trip Advisor yesterday, but was dismayed to find that I need to be registered on Facebook to do so. I don't go in for all that rubbish. I mean don't get me wrong I'm pretty computer savvy as border terriers go, I have after all got my own blog and a cult following in Romania. But as me Dad says, in a Groucho Marx sort of a way, he wouldn't want to belong to a club containing both his ex bitches and his ex bitch-in-law would he? And rightly so. Whilst we're on the subject hands up who's on that Friends Reunited codswallop. First off if they were that much of a friend then you'd still be in touch with them wouldn't you? I got an email from them once, I'll interpret for you (in brackets), it went something like this: Hi (I've just split up with my husband), how are you doing (I bumped into Fio...