Calorie Bore

I post this picture because I love it. It has nothing to do with today's blog. Last week I went to work for Joc and Dave. When I arrived I mentioned the state of my upstairs and all the dust and fluff under my bed and how horrified Nuch was when she went upstairs to the loo to note just how scrophulous my upstairs accomodation is. I then went about undertaking that days jobs for J and D. Collecting and putting in place a significantly heavy block of stone onto which we set a Mike Stallard sculpture. Then some architectural antique path edging to stop the cats disturbing the bark chippings and sending them all over the paving. Then on the list was to go upstairs and retrieve Dave's upstairs "walker" which needed it's brakes seeing to. It was a bit of a cuffufel but I managed to improve it quite a bit. As I left the room to return the walker upstairs Dave said "Vacuum under the bed while you're up there". So I got the Dyson and farted around with the stupid hose thing that somehow is supposed to extrude from the f*****g handle (sorry Dot) !! and immediately I started to vacuum the spotlessly clean area under Dave's bed I realised to my chagrin that I had been had. Dave didn't mean for a moment for me to vac under the bed. It was a joke about what was under my bed and I could not believe just how gullible and stupid I was that I didn't get his joke. When I came downstairs effing and blinding, Dave was on the verge of pissing himself laughing.