Wednesday, 4 December 2013. Its great that he took me, and even better that she is now going to go and let a greyhound adopt her. but its tiring work having to do belly rubs, ear scritches, head pats gravy bones, snoozes. yawny yawn yawn! Tuesday, 3 December 2013. Tuesday, 19 November 2013. Do i actually have silly gangilly long legs? Do I have a silly pointy face like a giant mousey? Monday, 19 September 2011. So he has decided to come home then. so no big good bye, a.

Musings of a Retired Postal Inspector. A state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often wryly amusing as a result. The irony in this was the resultant vacancy of a wicket clerk which was ultimately filled by none other than my wife who was returned to work by the arbitrator! Given the forgoing one needs only to look at senior levels of Management for the reason the Corporation finds itself in their dire financial straits.

A thought from an old guy while having my morning coffee. When an old man dies, it is a whole library which burns. Sunday, May 31, 2015. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Just another day on McCartyville Road. I just hope the fish enjoy it. The pond really looks good now. Sunday, April 26, 2015.

RI Based Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. 116 grams of Sour D.