My Chalfonts are playing me up

A bit of legal wrangling is going on between the family of the late Johnny Cash and an advertising company. They want to use one of the great man's songs to promote a product. The product is a haemorrhoid-relief cream. The song is, of course, Ring of Fire. All togeher now ...and it burns, burns, burns, my ring of fire...

The answer...

...to the question of life, the universe and everything, according to the Hitchiker's Guide, is 42. Today, it is also the answer to the question, "How old are you today Mr Neveratoss?" Yup, it's my birthday, I'm 42 years old today. If you think that sounds old try; one billion, three hundred and twenty four million, five hundred and twelve thousand seconds (and counting).

Update: According to the Death Clock I shall be shrugging off this mortal coil on 16/02/2047(put it in your diary). This means that I have 43 years or 1,356,776,791 seconds left. I'm not even half way yet. Tick follows tock follows tick follows tock...Gerroff me! I'm not ready yet! and put that scythe down before you have someone's eye out.

Right, that's it

When it gets to £4.00 a pint I'm giving it up.

Firefox

I installed Mozilla Firefox yesterday. Very slick. I just need to start thinking in Russian now and I won't need the keyboard anymore. Does anyone know the Russian for "Zora Suleman naked"?

Ready, aim, fire!

Up to now, Sam has manfully resisted any attempt at toilet training. He has shown no sign of being aware of wanting to "go" before he goes, demonstrated none of the signs that he's ready and been perfectly happy being the smelliest little 'oik on the planet. So, as it's half term week, no nursery school or other activities we decided that enough is enough. Saturday morning, orf with his nappy, out with the potty, mop and bucket within easy reach, and a crash course in potty training is now in full swing at Neveratoss Towers. Saturday was a touch traumatic for all concerned. Sunday, one day into the program and we hit the jackpot with two, "I did it, Daddy", episodes followed by lots of big smiles, hugs and kisses. It seems to be going rather well at the moment…

Mrs Grady

I went out for beers on Friday with Dave. Cathy kindly gave us a lift to the pub. As we were heading out to the car, Sam asked Cathy where we were going. Cathy answered, "They're going to the pub for a drink". His reply was, "You can't go Mummy, you're an old lady!" I almost gave myself a hernia trying not to laugh.