For a few weeks now Granny has been feeding the pigeons that gather around the house. One or two of the birds used to be on the roof or in the back garden and Granny got into the habit of feeding them any left-over bread or some of the seeds she buys for the budgies. This then escalated, when she discovered that you could buy wild-bird food, to the point where she now spends more on bird-food than she does on human-food.
Ihave recently been helping Edward restore all the old Jammy Toast posts stretching back to 2006. While I have been doing this, I have also been laughing at some of the old posts and the antics we got up to back in the days of yore. However, while I was busy helping Edward, I came across a glaring omission from some of the old posts. Back in those days Chimpton was a little more forthcoming and many of the Classic Toast posts tell her side of the story and yet fail to allow me the chance to reply. So working under the auspices of better late than never, I have decided to start a new series of posts today, where I can relay my side of some of the Classic Toast stories…
Some of you may not be aware of this but back in June 2007 – to celebrate the first birthday of our first blog – we decided the only proper way to celebrate was to have a Teddy Bear’s Picnic. Now anyone else would have done this quietly in their own gardens, but we never do anything quietly – so we headed for Wallasey Central Park. Ananasty was sulking before we even got there in case some of her mates, who go to the park, might see her in public with twelve teddy bears and two lunatics. Not to mention K8Monster, the guest lunatic for the day, and her two kids. After all Ananasty had recently become a teenager so had to behave like one everywhere she went.
Ihave no idea why – I am scared enough of flying as it is – but the other night we all sat down to watch an old episode of Air Crash Investigation on the National Geographic Channel. I don’t watch it because I like seeing people burnt, mutilated or killed in aircraft but because I find it fascinating how they can investigate a heap of burnt wreckage and discover exactly what went wrong. Which part failed or who made the fatal mistake which brought the plane down. The investigators are presented with the tiny bits left over and they can work out exactly what happened. Terrible disasters but fascinating investigations which determine exactly why the plane crashed.
Hello everyone, Razzi and I are back from our journey to the dark side with a word of advice to anyone who ever has to visit Ripon – DON’T – or at least don’t go via National Express. When I booked our tickets I wondered why the time-table stated 10:15am and when I clicked on the “Travel Later” button there wasn’t a later coach available. That is because it took us NINE HOURS. The coach travels via every tin-pot place in the country and stops for an hour at each, plus two hours in Manchester.
Now it came to pass, that the day for the visit to Disneyland finally arrived. Princess Chimpton, Queen Ananasty and Mick all met at Lime Street station and the journey to Paris began. Now if there is one thing that Princess Chimpton’s do not like it is travelling. By the time she had reached Paris she was well and truly travel sick and ready for bed. This left Mick all alone on his very first night in the romantic capital undertaking Queen babysitting and he wasn’t very pleased.
Continuing our posts from the days of our original Blog, today we would like to feature some photographs. These photographs were posted under the category of Picture of The Day and were posted from time-to-time when we had nothing better to post. This was how it started out, however, some of the pictures we posted under this category were better than many of our posts – in fact, some of them were pure classics…