Hello,
I was round Aunt Bab’s this morning, installing a chairlift. I had seized it from a Paralympic hero who was in arrears because of the Bedroom Tax. You don’t expect paraplegic’s to know such colourful language.
Aunt Bab was grateful for the chairlift. She suffers with Bone Idle syndrome.
I had the inaugural journey, as I needed the smallest room. Got stuck on the landing and had to walk the rest of the way. Worn out by the third step.
I had a go at that Sudokio in the paper whilst on the pot. All Those Numbers! In Boxes. Up. Down. Across. Numbers are bastards. Sarcastic too. I swatted a fly who was banging its head against the frosted window pane. Bit like me with the Sodokioto.
I walked down the stairs and chewed Aunt Babs sandwich for her.
The lads in the Dubious Pilchard were impressed when I told them this, especially as normally I don’t like Tuna and Mayonnaise.
Laters and be lucky.
Bob
gingerfightback.wordpress.com 
You’re funny … in oh, so many ways.
BTW mine’s a pint of Ginger Tosser (exclusively made for redheaded pancake makers by my local brewery – no, honest) the next time I’m in the Dubious Pilchard (and I don’t want none of them sexist comments from your mates neither).
Ginger Tosser – a fine hoppy ale with a foaming head
I quite like the Sudoku puzzles. Of course right now the numbers are the devil’s work. When my head is better I expect those sixes will settle down.
I trust you are on the mend Michelle
Bedroom tax, Bone idle, sodokioto…classic laugh fodder. Thanks.
Cheers
Has Bob ever tried Trigonometry? When I was in school I certainly thought this was like being in Hell!
Algebra caused trauma
Aunt Babs has multiple reasons to be grateful for her nephew.
She sure has Frank – life is all about giving
Numbers? Yes…unless you are in Colorado.
I will take you word for it Phil!