I have just found Google Analytics. My life, such as it is, is now complete. I cannot tell you how much joy this service brings to someone bordering on aspergers and mild tourettes. I have spent the whole day playing with this thing and cannot wait to see the results tomorrow. I may get up at 00.01 just to view.
You can tell My Beautiful is away can't you. She's gone to her fathers with shield and sword to fight the wicked solicitor who's tree is knocking over a wall.
Which also means tonight I will be gorging on fish and chips, with mushy peas, both heavily ladened with salt and vinegar, enough to make the taste buds wince, bread and butter and lots of tea. I will eat this whilst watching the Hound of The Baskervilles with Peter Cushing. Not the best I grant you, no one can beat Basil Rathbone for doing Sherlock, but pretty good all the same.
If you are reading this My Beautiful, I will be in bed for 9.30 after eating a salad. I have just made all the above up, just to make me sound more interesting and the man about the house, which we both know is Oscar the cat, who has been sick again.
I hope Oscar the cat is feeling better. Laugh. You crack me up, Findon.
ReplyDeleteLove to you and Beautiful!
I've been trying to lose weight - okay I'm succeeding :D - but tonight is fish and chips with bread and butter and tea (sadly no mushy peas) night.
ReplyDeleteWeekly treat :D
Hey FINDON!!! Glad you dropped by, and dropped a comment. Yep "we go 'way back..." is what two farmers always declared, when they met each Christmas Day.
ReplyDelete...and remember the "Second Road" posts? Well, we DO have a few memories. I'll drop in one or two times, but not comment--just keeping track of the Peeps.
PEACE!
Steve E
Your meal of fish and chips sounds good. Hope that your Beautiful gets home soon to save you from more gustatory binges.
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