Post by tenthenemy on Aug 7, 2021 15:55:18 GMT
I'm not reading all that. Oh wait, I just have.
I've never met a Michael or a Johnson in a W.H. Smith (or Vay Hah Schmidt, as I like to call it), but I remember their sex dungeons in the city centre.
Anyways. Greetings.
I am no longer on the train and I have found internet. It's been an interesting 48 hours.
After leaving sunny Birmingham I arrived somewhere in the south of England where, as noted by Felice, the weather is oscillating between sunny spells and torrential rainfalls.
I spent Thursday afternoon and Friday morning mainly looking after hyperactive grandtwins while their parents were packing and getting ready for their holiday. In the twins' minds there isn't much difference between hugging and wrestling, so while they like to cuddle they also take the opportunity to kick you in the back or dig their very sharp elbows into some part of your anatomy. I'm now sporting a number of bruises.
I've also watched enough CBeebies to last me for a lifetime. I've been introduced to something called Cocomelon that the twins are very keen on. They are watching it on a huge 4k screen that's hanging on the wall which intensifies its explosion in a paint factory look. The twins' mother is complaining that the programme is not only exporting American trash but also teaching our children to call it trash instead of rubbish. She's right. (I was disappointed about Animal Crossing New Horizons discontinuing localisation into proper English which they had in New Leaf. Now I'm having a hard time remembering what some of the objects in the catalogue are called. Would you know what a range is? I suppose it's a casualty of Nintendo getting rid of region lock.)
I've never met a Michael or a Johnson in a W.H. Smith (or Vay Hah Schmidt, as I like to call it), but I remember their sex dungeons in the city centre.
Anyways. Greetings.
I am no longer on the train and I have found internet. It's been an interesting 48 hours.
After leaving sunny Birmingham I arrived somewhere in the south of England where, as noted by Felice, the weather is oscillating between sunny spells and torrential rainfalls.
I spent Thursday afternoon and Friday morning mainly looking after hyperactive grandtwins while their parents were packing and getting ready for their holiday. In the twins' minds there isn't much difference between hugging and wrestling, so while they like to cuddle they also take the opportunity to kick you in the back or dig their very sharp elbows into some part of your anatomy. I'm now sporting a number of bruises.
I've also watched enough CBeebies to last me for a lifetime. I've been introduced to something called Cocomelon that the twins are very keen on. They are watching it on a huge 4k screen that's hanging on the wall which intensifies its explosion in a paint factory look. The twins' mother is complaining that the programme is not only exporting American trash but also teaching our children to call it trash instead of rubbish. She's right. (I was disappointed about Animal Crossing New Horizons discontinuing localisation into proper English which they had in New Leaf. Now I'm having a hard time remembering what some of the objects in the catalogue are called. Would you know what a range is? I suppose it's a casualty of Nintendo getting rid of region lock.)
