Thanks to Plane Hugger for putting me in mind of this little poem by A. A. Milne:
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
On snowing.
And nobody knows
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
Are growing.
The more it snows
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
On snowing.
And nobody knows
(Tiddly Pom)
How gold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
Are growing.
So I am going to withdraw into my nice warm study and try once more to find a job. I'm happy to waste my time writing gubbins on Facebook all day long but I do need to have a job - a sense of purpose.
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I know that this isn't really the weather for it but "what the heck", how to chill beer quickly.
Have you ever needed to have your laptop repaired? You trust that the various experts on the High Street will be professional. This isn't always the case as you will see.
Now for a doggy link for HH. These are the types of dogs that single men need to buy to impress the ladies.
youtube time. Genesis and Snowbound