Well, I just do ok!

Due to the actions and reactions to stress levels of various intensity by certain "Non Smokers" over the weekend in Liverpool, I have run out of Canadian Ciggies.

The amount of times I heard the line "Can I have a cigarette please" or even "Give me a cigarette or die!" from these non smokers was suprising.

Which is why I have to go to france tomorrow, braving high seas and stripey laughs all over the deck.

I hope your all proud of yourselves.

To use one of my favourite expressions regarding the weather

It could blow a dog off a chain out there today mate!

Windy much?

Oh yes.

Yesterday the news reported that ferrys had to be pulled into the harbour at Dover by tugs as the weather was giving them problems with the parking. Yes, you do park ships - my dad was in the navy and thats what he said, so there.

Anyway, why does this matter?

Because tomorrow I am going to France for a shopping trip with Sarah, Mrs F, Shipscook and Mr Wolf.

On one of them there ferryboat things.

I do hope the weather calms down a bit.

Being the son of a sailor I of course will be fine.

Its the others I am worried about.

ahem.

Shipscook hove into view this morning brandishing a hot mug of black coffee and a very well stuffed Salmon bagel. I heaved myself up onto one elbow and took delivery of this fine morning repast in my bed, as normal.

“There was a load more Salmon in that packet than I thought,” said the cheery food-dispensing fellow as he exited. There was a good centimetre thick filling in that bagel and it was YUMMY. The cats were furious!

I am glad I had eaten it before I saw Mrs F’s post on Cod worms!

And now here I am in an office, the sun is glinting off the flat blocks over the other side of the road, people are nursing hangovers from the drinkie they went to last night and I, my dear 0.5 of an avid and loyal reader, have a file of utter bollocks to try to make sense of.

But at least I am full of fish.