Totally O/T. The Move.
Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2002 6:24 pm
Well, my so-called master finally managed it and we are now safely ensconsed in a new Headquarters-but only by the skin of my whiskers.
He got these great gormless gorrilas and a van so the physical moving of his gear was OK. (When it came to me, I tore the arse out of him before he snaggled me into a mobile peter that I personally would not assign to a snail, let alone one of my stature). Then came the hard bit-he is CATegorically useless at re-assembling his petty belongings and I've come accross mice with a better understanding of electronics!
Dear Reader, he has been muttering, grumbling - swearing even-but I close my ears to such human frailties. After all, he's got his milk and I've got mine, what's the big deal? Humans!!!
He is off to Greece (where the hell is that? near the CATatonia Republic?) next week, says he needs a rest! Humans!!!
As I write, he's in deep conversation with some chap called Johnny Walker,probably trying to get technical advice. Humans!!!
He got these great gormless gorrilas and a van so the physical moving of his gear was OK. (When it came to me, I tore the arse out of him before he snaggled me into a mobile peter that I personally would not assign to a snail, let alone one of my stature). Then came the hard bit-he is CATegorically useless at re-assembling his petty belongings and I've come accross mice with a better understanding of electronics!
Dear Reader, he has been muttering, grumbling - swearing even-but I close my ears to such human frailties. After all, he's got his milk and I've got mine, what's the big deal? Humans!!!
He is off to Greece (where the hell is that? near the CATatonia Republic?) next week, says he needs a rest! Humans!!!
As I write, he's in deep conversation with some chap called Johnny Walker,probably trying to get technical advice. Humans!!!