This week I am writing something. Your welcome to join me. Just send me a PM and I'll add your bit to my bit and they can make little baby blogs.
On Monday Lilth needed head. Trixie pressed something and her head fell off. Meanwhile “Trixie the decapitator” let us decide what she was to have for brekkie. Then decided that she’d have something altogether different. I’m not going argue with her. She’ll take my head off. Some mad women came rushing back from North America. They were not called Sue. Meanwhile, celebrity chef AWT was getting tips on how to make a spag bol from Bally. Mince, tomatoes, garlic, mixed herbs and one drop of Dalmatian salvia. Hmmm….. Tasty.
Well we had a day to air our dirty laundry on Wednesday. Well Demi did anyway. Well got the pleasure of seeing it on T4! BelladonacantbebotheredtowritetherestbutthisislongersowhydidIbotherinthefirstplace was celebrating winning a washing machine, a year’s supply of washing up powder and a shopping spree. Now if she can just move somewhere where they have electricity and running water she can enjoy it to the full.
Also celebrating was Gem. Gem got her results back. She passed. Not only has the rash cleared up but she passed her course too. She is now able to tell what is a crime of the English language……or summthing.
Mean while we have had Lilth and DJ Calzar auditing for the new presenter of Film 2009. They both fail miserably when confronted with re-makes. They weren’t bothered about the films “not being a mark on the original” but the fact that they were not in Black and White.
There were some pictures put up this week. Demi had a haircut. We’ve all been trying to guess which hair. Also a shocking pic of Trixie went up. That pic left us with evidence of what some members are allergic to Housework. The picture contained a previously unidentified object, later clarified to be an “ironing board”. A warning has now been put on the thread.
Firedrake wrote....
Now that all the excitement generated by Dr Who is over, this Correspondent is casting about looking for something else to write about. After, approximately, 3 minutes consideration, what better subject for an exiled Brit to tackle than the weather.
Here in the world's largest dirt lot, otherwise known as the Sonoran Desert, we don't get a lot of rain. If we're lucky, we'll get about 8 inches (of rain) a year, at least half of that during the Monsoon. I'm sure many people associate the word "monsoon" with drenching, tropical rains and, I guess, in a way, it's true, but the term actually refers to a seasonal shift in wind direction which, down here, should mean a steady supply of moisture from south of the Border. In past years we've had, on average, between 3 and 6 decent storms, plenty of rain, spectacular lightning, some inconveniently high winds and, of course, dust storms. This year, however, the Monsoon has, so far, been a complete bust. I obsessively watch the radar when there is weather about and I can't even begin to count the number of times where the radar has shown rain to be a dead cert. However, the Coolidge Umbrella has been working overtime this year, and storms, quite literally, break up as they reach the City Limits, only to reform once they have passed around us to the north. When this happens, the storms trundle merrily into Phoenix and the 9.00 News almost always begins with a "Fox 10 Weather alert" where we get half a dozen reporters standing next to puddles reporting excitedly about the huge downpours the entire Metropolitan Phoenix area has received...jeesh, talk about rubbing our noses in it.
For someone who spent most of her adult life being soaked by good English rains, this is absolute torment. I miss the sound of rain falling gently onto the leaves of an English garden on a summer's evening and once said as much to my Dad. His response was "Tell Peter to climb up on the roof and piss into the garden."
Not quite the same. So, I know you've all had a belly full of rain already in Blighty this summer, but spare a thought for poor old me, obsessively watching the weather radar and contemplating purchasing an "Idiot's Guide to Raindances"
This is your Tumbleweed watchng correspondent signing off to go and watch the radar again.
