on John Gray’s blog about the problems he is having with the new blog howsyourfather happening anytime soon. I thought I’d better tell my very select band of followers that if I disappear in a puff of smoke it won’t me voluntarily going, it will be me self combusting and flying like a fart out of the window!
Maybe it’s me age, but I hate change and the so called ‘new improved’ anything. In fact a case in point is Aldi’s own brand Fruit Pastilles. Happily on walks we munch along with a pocket full of sweeties, until the last packet I bought! One sweet in and I emergency stopped in my tracks, out of my chops it comes, I looked it over, popped it back in and investigatively chewed some more! It most definitely isn’t the same! Another flavour was swiftly deposited into my rosebud mouth only for my initial diagnosis to be confirmed. Not nearly as good, so our walks now are much healthier as the fruit pastilles have been sent to the big suppository (I ought to explain this isn’t a typo, it’s my word for depository, so much more graffical I feel!?!) in the sky.
My waistline is already enjoying the new regime. So my demise on blogger when the new regime is finally imposed across the board will maybe just maybe to my advantage... dunno?
On a happier note yesterday’s loaf.
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