greer’s gunna spit chips.

thought i’d left this little piece of burpsworld.  no so long, farewell, auf wiedersen, adieu.  to yerr or yerr or yerr or yerr or yerr.  alas.  here i am.  saying hallo, guten tag and top of the morning.  so it’s saturday night.  ten fourteen.  and i’m at home.  the boy’s in bed.  dreamfeed due in fifteen minutes.  i feel cosy.  the heater’s on downstairs and we’re all donned in knitted garments.  it’s blowin’ a gale outside and our poor lettuce seedlings are flat.  the cats are stocking up on science diet like it’s going out of fashion and developing paunches to prove it.  got chicken stuck in my teeth.

~ by burps on June 9, 2007.