It’s definitely not one of those days! At last the Brits can enjoy their brief spell of gloating rights.

Checking out Brisbane real estate websites for properties near a park…

If you’d told me in 2019 that I would be spending a Sunday afternoon 2 years later washing my face masks I would have looked at you gone out. (Yorkshire term for mad). But here we are.

Google it, Dad.

Penny’s definitely getting in need of a groom, feet like a shire horse these days plus a combover look Jackie Charlton would’ve been proud of.

They say plumbers’ houses have the most leaks (not that I ever recall any in our house) so it’s not surprising that our home internet is fairly shit.

It’s not for the lack of trying; I got fiber put in as soon as it was available and deployed a Google wifi mesh to cover our house sufficiently.

But it’s still pretty shit. Even streaming bloody Kiwi radio drops out sometimes, and that is about as basic as you can get.

Am fighting back this week by finally firing off an email to 2degrees along the lines of “if I’m paying for a 100Mbps line why are my stats showing 60Mbps at best?” and waiting on them doing some testing.

Also just forked out for a new generation Google Nest Router to beef up the internal wifi a fair bit.

I WILL have good home Internet, damnit!

Thought Dad had been down to That There London when I saw the headline!

I thought I’d been extremely lucky with the Covid situation – being in New Zealand and having limited lockdown restrictions and low risk of catching it, plus The Oldies being well shielded and kept safe – but I think the after-effects are starting to bite.

I’ve always been unspectacularly dull, and OK with that. If I were in Reservoir Dogs I’d be Mr Beige. You won’t find me in the kitchen at parties, because I likely won’t have gone in the first place. I don’t do spontaneous or extrovert. Mr Cellophane, as they sang in Chicago.

However I’ve realised since Covid I’ve got worse; I’m now in semi-permanent lockdown. I go out for shopping, the odd meal or to earn money for dog treats and wine. The rest of the time I’d prefer to stay at home with Wor Lass and my doggo. Since 2019 we’ve had 2 nights away from the house.

The weekly Skype session with The Oldies must be so tedious for them, I’ve got so little to tell them. “Ooh yes I’ve started a new tube of toothpaste AND shampoo, big week!”. Even the blog is little more than funny cartoons these days.

In fairness having the dog undergo surgery and having to learn two new work environments in three months has taken up a fair bit of energy this year, however I’m going to have to give myself a slap and organise something fun and give myself something to report.

Plus I’m totally making things up; I didn’t really start a new shampoo this week. Sorry about that.

When you’re a stray dog not getting regular backrubs from a hooman what do you do? Go to the backrub machine, of course …

After working through the whiskey samplers the past few months a winner has emerged…

Really didn’t like Jim Beam and Jack Daniels, rough fire water. Wasn’t greatly impressed by the single malts either, tasting like they were meant to be mixed with something.

The Southern Comfort however is smooth and has a nice sort-of-orangey taste and aftertaste. No need for ice or water, just dangerously easy to go for seconds!

It’s not just me though, if anything The Duchess is more of a fan! Chin chin folks!

Stubbed my toe last night, any guesses which one? Proper bite-your-knuckles pain for about 10 minutes, no idea why you instinctively do that.

Penny has been a bit under the weather this week, barking us awake through the night for a shit in the dark.

I took her to the vets today to get her checked out and they gave me this to administer to her. My first thought was “neither of us is going to enjoy this”

Thankfully he explained that it’s a food supplement and that I just squirt a dose onto her food. Phew! Disaster averted.