It wasn’t me…I promise.

It seems to have published my posts every minute!!!

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okay already…lesson learned.
Now bugger off.

It is my younger daughter’s birthday tomorrow.
The one I don’t talk to.
She is turning….
Wait while I work it out….
Oh yes…36
There is an upside to not being on speaking terms.
I don’t have to buy her a present.
There is also a downside.
She won’t buy me one next month.

Now let me get on with some work.
And see how +add tags works.
Maybe I should save the post before I press any buttons.
OK….what did they do with the save button?

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okay already…lesson learned.
Now bugger off.

It is my younger daughter’s birthday tomorrow.
The one I don’t talk to.
She is turning….
Wait while I work it out….
Oh yes…36
There is an upside to not being on speaking terms.
I don’t have to buy her a present.
There is also a downside.
She won’t buy me one next month.

Now let me get on with some work.
And see how +add tags works.
Maybe I should save the post before I press any buttons.
OK….what did they do with the save button?

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okay already…lesson learned.
Now bugger off.

It is my younger daughter’s birthday tomorrow.
The one I don’t talk to.
She is turning….
Wait while I work it out….
Oh yes…36
There is an upside to not being on speaking terms.
I don’t have to buy her a present.
There is also a downside.
She won’t buy me one next month.

Now let me get on with some work.
And see how +add tags works.
Maybe I should save the post before I press any buttons.

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okay already…lesson learned.
Now bugger off.

It is my younger daughter’s birthday tomorrow.
The one I don’t talk to.
She is turning….
Wait while I work it out….
Oh yes…36
There is an upside to not being on speaking terms.
I don’t have to buy her a present.
There is also a downside.
She won’t buy me one next month.

Now

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okay already…lesson learned.
Now bugger off.

It is my younger daughter’s birthday tomorrow.
The one I don’t talk to.
She is turning….
Wait while I work it out….
Oh yes…36
There is an upside to not being on speaking terms.
I don’t have to buy her a present.
There is also a downside.
She won’t buy me one next month.

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okay already…lesson learned.
Now bugger off.

It is my younger daughter’s birthday tomorrow.
The one I don’t talk to.
She is turning….
Wait while I work it out….
Oh yes…36
There is an upside to not being on speaking terms.
I don’t have to buy her a present.

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okay already…lesson learned.
Now bugger off.

It is my younger daughter’s birthday tomorrow.
The one I don’t talk to.
She is turning….
Wait while I work it out….
Oh yes…36

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okay already…lesson learned.
Now bugger off.

It is my younger daughter’s birthday to

 

Hello All.

How long has it been since I posted?
I stay away for a couple of days and everything changes.
Why did “Hello All” appear above the photo?
Why is it in blue?
Why did they change something that was working so well.
What has happened to the drag and drop feature?
I LIKED it damnit.

Don’t WP know it is cruel to mess with old brains?
Oh well, I guess I will get used to it all.
Maybe it will even be better.
Though I have my doubts.

So I went to the Doc after work on Monday.
I have a bad kidney infection.
I ask you with tears in my eyes…what next?
By Tuesday I was battling to get in and out of bed.
The air was blue.

Mex was very good.
Mainly because I think he was scared not to be good.
He cooked.
He washed up.
He walked Jasmine.
He put hot water bottles against my back.

I dragged myself back to work today.
Not a good idea.
My back is still so frigging sore.
I am walking like a ninety year old.
My apologies to sprightly ninety year old”s.
But you know what I mean.
People are saying things to me.
Like…you need to look after yourself when you get to your age.
To hell with them.

I have a theory.
There is a God of sickness.
Like the God of lost socks.
He has a warped sense of humour.
He heard me boasting about how well I am.
How lucky I am to only have to take one pill a day.
He decided to teach me a lesson.
So..Okey already…lesson learned.