Twenty ten

New Year. New Blog. Well done to those of you who have found me.

Captain's log stardate 2010. Do you say two thousand and ten or twenty ten? 20.10 - mmm that's ten past eight when I am usually having a little drinky poo procured by Mr Smith as I cook him something inedible for his dinner. He rarely complains unless he wants to wear it. The dog eats up the left overs - he is getting a bit portly of late.

We currently have the Apprentice (eldest son) and the Student (youngest son), our customers, residing here at no.16. However, they must have been partying like mad last night as neither of them have come home so they are probably residing in police cells or on strangers' floors or maybe females' beds? I'm ever hopeful, as are they.

New Year's resolutions ... Mr Smith to be more helpful, the student less idle and the Apprentice profitably employed. Me? Well, perhaps I could be a bit more productive and stare into space a little less, we'll see. I do seem to have ground to a slight halt. Oh and of course I have to lose weight - something I will no doubt bang on about throughout the year once I've polished off the rest of the Christmas cake and sent Mr Smith out for some exercise.