Review Of The Year 2012 (part 2)

2012 has been one heck of year for me.

Look into the eyes of cold hearted killing
 machine. (see bottom for more details)

There has been quite a lot going on.

At first I thought not much had happened but as I began to strum on my harp (integral for remembering past events) I realised that this has been a very busy one.

With that said, I would like to share some of the highlights that have aged me by more than one year in the past year.

In no particular order (because I can’t quite remember what happened when) and in a “It’ll be alright on the night” style montage, here are the more memorable bits.

Mrs H fell over and broke her ankle back in June. When I say Broke try to imagine a crate full of light bulbs being fired out of a canon and hitting a brick wall made of giant fists. Her foot exploded into a million pieces and she spent the next 5 months sat on the sofa frowning at me while I typed stupid rubbish for this here blog. Whilst bed ridden I was forced to the spare room where my only company was a draft from the window and an energy saving light bulb that as we all know are as much use a normal light bulb that has been shot from a canon into a brick wall made of giant fists.

Ouch!

She is now back at work and I have the opportunity to mash the keyboard and copy and paste whatever gibberish appears on screen for your viewing pleasure. – you are welcome.

I made the great leap into being a proper grown up by passing my driving test FIRST TIME!!!

This came as a massive surprise to me as did part by driving in the wrong direction! Hahahahahahaha.

When the Queen was celebrating her Diamond Jubilee we here at the camp site had a street party and did something I am quite proud of and have only just realised I haven’t gloated about so far on this blog….

We set a world record!

Spot the celebrity Guest!

That’s right. A genuine Guinness world record!

The record itself is for the most people in different locations wearing paper hats at the same time.

Granted, it’s not the four minute mile or jumping up the highest, like what they did at the Olympics, but a proper world record has been set and that’s good enough for me.

We also had a special guest to oversee proceedings… see if you can see who is was on the picture above!

I have also been interviewed for the Caravan Channel AND the BBC radio this year, as well as having BBC Shropshire pop down to film the snow and campers when we had 2mm of front back in March.

The BBC and some snow. Proper news!

All in all it’s been a very busy year and Quite frankly I’ll be glad once it’s all over.

I probably won’t be writing much over the next couple of weeks as things are set to get very busy over the Xmas/ New year period on site.

I have somehow got to find room for 10 extra people in my house which is on bricks for new year and the campers will be coming in droves to help us celebrate the new year in our newly built barn.

If I don’t see you before then, May I wish you all a very happy winter festival period and a prosperous New year. May the idiots stay quiet and the nutters have a night off.

Stay safe.

Here’s to a very quiet 2013. Good luck to you all in whatever you do and see you on the other side.

These things EAT £1,000's worth of plants each season.
 THEY ARE VERMIN! good boy Wilson!

Normal grumpy service will continue and shockingly vast amounts in 2013.

My Dog's Got No Nose....

Good evening (or morning depending when you are reading this). Today I come to you with some disturbing news.

Wake me when He's stopped going on with himself...

No its not about about the Leveson enquiry, although there are some shocking insights into the goings on of what levels the British press will go to in order to sell newspapers.

Nor is it the fact that it hasn’t started snowing yet (it feels cold enough but it hasn’t. Coincidence or conspiracy - Who knows???)

It is with sad and slightly worried fingers that I write to you with the knowledge that my dog has got a tumour.

In the continuing black comedy that is my life, the dog has a tumour on his nose. This means that at some point the vet may have to operate which means I will be able to use the gag “my dog’s got no nose...” which is some comfort, but not a lot.

After a hards sleep, it was time for a rest.

The dog is of course completely oblivious to the fact that he has a big lump on his face and continues to demand W-A-L-K-I-E-S every time I settle down with a hot cup of tea so things aren’t too bad in his world.

The failed doctor who shall be named The Vet from here on in, says it’s not life threatening and might go away on its own, but if it hasn’t cleared by new year, we have to go back and have the dog and the tumour separated.

Things being the way they are it’s like times like these that it’s important to realise how special life is. Even if that life is relies on me to bend down and pick up its poo every time he does “his business” and to be thankful for fully paid up pet insurance.

Sympathy is not required here, because this is the same vicious beast who chewed up Mrs H's passport the day before we were due to fly off to Prague for her best friends wedding (luckily I was around to sort that one out!). Oh yes, and he has also munched his way through no less than THREE of my phone chargers, two dog leads, a carpet, two screwdrivers and one hammer. (he has now grown out of that stage and just sleeps and shits now)

Who said Dogs can't climb trees?

The British press however, seem to have been going through peoples bins on a regular basis in order to ascertain the slightest hint of a juicy story before they pop back to the office to make up some rubbish to print anyway.

It is known that this used to happen, but only once in a while and, as i always thought, when the reporters were on the hunt of a big scandal and so it could be justified. this week as the sticky truth dribbles out of the weeping boil that is British journalism, we are starting to see quite clearly what vile and horrible people the press are.

Shame on them.