Listeners, we need to talk about the human back. Holding us together like scaffolding, preventing us from simply flopping over like a wet toilet roll. What a fantastic thing it is. Except sometimes it can be a right dick.

In and around the Netherlands.

Mid-life crisis in sassy green boots.

Writing again after so many months. So, lots of things had happened. From having a job to unemployed. From having a good friend to lost that person. And along with that journey, what makes me sad is, somehow I lost myself.

I have a heat rash. Outside, a million degrees. Dog shat on the floor. She no longer wishes to shit upon the surface of the sun. This morning at the breakfast table. Maybe I should try to set a better example for the children. Naptimethoughts goes Down the Shore.

Creative humour, satire and other bad ideas by Ross Murray, an author living in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, Canada. Is it truth or fiction? Only his hairdresser knows for sure. Things I know about Newfoundland. By the time you read this, we will have landed or be on the verge of landing in Newfoundland. Does one land if travelling by ferry? Is debark worse than de bite? 8211; For starte.

The First Thin Ray of Christmas. A Pilgrim Makes Some Progress. This guy should write a book. Is the sibling who was mean to you in this courtroom today? The boys are playing nicely together. Grab the camera! Of course, nothing gold can stay. The giggly roughhousing turns sour when somebody catches an elbow.

Yesterday was a complete and utter disaster from the minute eyes opened to the minute they all closed.