It's Halloween. Trick? or Treat?

Nearly halloween

It's nearly Halloween.

Hmm!

Pulling the plug

"Ferdinand. Ferdinand that video of Electra is gratuitous."

"Mmm."

"There is no story."

"Mmmm."

"Just Electra."

"Mmm."

"It's lowering the tone."

"Mmm."

"What you doing anyway?"

"Mmm."

"What are you doing? You've 'bin sitting there for hours not banging the keys."

"Mmm."

"Ferdinand! Ok that's it I'm pulling the plug."

"What? What d'you do that for? I was watching that. "

"Ferdinand you’re going to go blind!"

Ooh ooh oooooh!

Electra.

Electra.

Electra is dancing under a full moon sky.

Oooooooooh. Oooooh, Ooooooooooooooooooooooh......

Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh.


Oooh

Oh.

Oooh!

Ferdinand: Luvs Electra.
Dolly: Oh for goodness sake! Bloomin' racket.

Foot loose

This is 'big' Lil. Foot loose and fancy free.

More gingery.

Ok. lookng good. More gingery. And if it turns pink I shall know who, what and why. Dolly!

Could be worse could be pink!

Um ok nearly sorted. Could be worse could be pink!

Umh strange things!

Strange things are happening to this newspaper layout!

#f86ec2 is Dolly's favourite colour

"Dolly you 'bin tinkering with my template?"
"Nope!"
"Why's that grey border border on the left got bigger then?
"Dunno."

Hmmph. This is odd. Blog looks all out shape.
I bet Dolly...

"Ferdinand it was not me who tiddled with the template."
"Well it was ok when I left it."
"I don't know htmelly."
"That's true."

"Weird though."
"Very strange. I don't know that #f86ec2 means my very favourite colour."
"No?!"





Dolly!

There's no fish paste in the fridge!

Lil can have any tit bit she likes. Chicken. Lobster. Prawns. The world is her oyster for the next couple of months, not that she likes oysters. But Lil - bless her- has decided on fish paste sandwiches. Sardine and tomato!

Big Lil is getting bigger. But you can still feel her hip and shoulder bones. She still cries bloodstained tears which congeal on the end of her nose making her look permanently snotty. So no magic bullet those pills just improvement.

But the worse thing. Lil is no longer singing. There's no choir practice at three in the morning. No rendition of 'I am what I am.' No 'Bohemian Rhapsody' blasting out from the back of the sofa.

Anyway Susan has forgotten the fish paste. I know 'cos I looked in the carrier bag dumped in the hall. I also know that there's no fish paste in the fridge!

I also know the shops are about to shut. Plus I know Lil won't pill pop without the fish paste. Now if I'm very quick I should arrive at the 7-11 before it closes...
Ferdinand: and the bike ride