Any idea what this is?
It looks great, but I have no clue as to what the model is meant to actually be.
It's like some sort of prehistoric chicken.
UNUTTERABLE BILGE
Any idea what this is?
It looks great, but I have no clue as to what the model is meant to actually be.
It's like some sort of prehistoric chicken.
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Labels: animal stuff, child stuff, fun stuff
I saw a sign today as I was driving:
Novelty Dog Show
So, what's a novelty dog? Is it one that's had its fur painted up like the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo? Or one that has six legs?
Because, frankly, I'd fail to see the novelty in anything much less.
Or is it the show itself that's supposed the novelty? Do the dogs all come in via parachute? Or, perhaps, they are each graded on their ability to play the flute and/or create a Baked Alaska and not on their good posture and voluminous coat? Or are there actually no dogs at all? That would also be quite novel.
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Labels: animal stuff, pondering stuff, Trading Standards stuff
There's a hedgehog in the back garden.
I've taken a photo of it on my mobile phone, but it hasn't come out very well since it's dark outside and the light on my phone isn't very powerful.
I've also got a short video on my phone of a hedgehog in the back garden. Oddly, the date on it is one year ago today. Spooky.
Perhaps this hedgehog is going to visit me every year on 26th April? Perhaps it's some kind of sign.
A sign of what, though, I have no idea; but for now I'll take it as a sign to be on the lookout for fleas.
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00:26
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Labels: animal stuff, spooky stuff
I've lost 18 pence. It's quite worrying.
For the last few days, I've been keeping a meticulous log of all my outgoings – from the money in my bank, right down to the cash in my wallet.I reconciled my cash at the weekend, and it was spot-on. Now, suddenly, I'm 18 pence adrift.
Of course, I don't in any way consider this to be a large or important sum of money. I'm just scared by the fact that I seem to be either unable to count, completely incompetent, or a combination of both.
I got rather upset whilst driving my car this afternoon. And I don't mean in the shouting-at-bad-drivers kind of way.
An animal of some kind – I think it was a squirrel, but I couldn't be certain in all the excitement – ran out of the road in front of me.
I braked as hard as I could, but I still heard a sad little thud.
Luckily, however, when I looked in my rear-view mirror I saw the same animal finish darting across the road and disappear off into the woods. So it was neither dead, crippled nor stunned at that point.
Now, there's something loose inside my boot (not a euphemism, before you start) that donks against the car when I go round tight bends. I'm desperately hoping that the sound I heard was of that hitting the back of the boot when I hit the breaks, and that no squirrels were harmed in the making of this journey home.
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Labels: animal stuff, being incompetent, sad stuff