Thursday, 14 February 2013

Happy Valentine's Day?


Ah. Here he comes. Mr Postman. With a great red satchel full of red envelopes!


Gosh, he's spending rather a lot of time at No 6. I suppose it's their teenage boys. All those lovelorn schoolgirls...


Ah. He's crossed on to our side now. No 5. No 4.


No 3. No 2. No...

Hang on! What's going on? He's turned on his heel and is walking back down the street, his satchel slung nonchalantly - not to mention emptily - over his shoulder!


Maybe he's gone to fetch his trolley. The one with all the really heavy things in it.


Maybe not.


Sunday, 3 February 2013

A New You!

Honestly. All the papers and magazines keep banging on about the New You as if it's the Holy Grail of existence. 90 Days to A New You! 30 Days to A New You! 21 Days To A New You! 20 Days To A New You! Any advance on 20 days? No. Going going gone.

Well it's all rubbish. Once you're past 40, you don't want a New You. You want the Old You.