- Gills: hibernaytin
- Simpsons: yes-wow! It was all about LISA!!!!
- Tesco: yes, a late run out fer toilet roll. Yu can tayke that both ways.
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: oops fergot /10
- Day Score: 8.93601/10
Well. The Man Hooz Anal Retentivness Knows No Bounds (otherwise known as "Him At Number 54") has taken wun more grate stride towards Norman Bateness.
Not likin all the berds in our garden, he has fixt a piece of string, one inch above the top of his fence.
He has akchewally gon to the trubbol of puttin a nail in each post, then tying the string to them. Er, this is ment to stop the berds sitting on his fence.
The berds ar fasinated by this an spend lots of time sitting on it an peckin it. I wotcht wun Duv sit ferst wun way, then carefully step rownd to face the other way, then bak agen. He kept doin this fer abowt 5 minits, lettin a pleesingly large dollop of poo fall on the Pillock's side of the fence as he manooverd.
So I'm pleesd to see that his oh-so-sooper-string has had the oppsite effect, an berds ar spendin MOR time on his fence. HA! HA! Take that! There! Stik that wun in yer pants an sniff it, Mister Bates!
Oooooo it's enuff to mayke yu chew yor own fut, it is.
Bye fer now!
Dilly's put sum pikchers of sum of our berds on her blog today. Hav a luk if yu like. But remember, yu'll never get those minits back.