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Jake, looking pretty bored
Possibly through lack of caring or actually something positive like me managing to drop one of my many annoying habits but my fingernails are quite long now, not anything majorly long or anything daft, I can still use a touchpad telephone without having to do that thing women with massive long nails have to do.
Anyway I think they’re getting a bit too long and am tempted to cut them down a bit any longer and they’ll enter “pick-less guitarist” length I call it.
It then goes on to “woman length” all the way through to “ridiculous pimp pinky nail length” which by that point I may as well try to become that guy that got in the record books for having thumb nails that spiralled round and his other fingers became a grotesque human helter skelter looking type deal….
So yeah, back to short length fingernails, in other news this has to be the most boring thing i’ve ever written, and I haven’t posted anything on here in months!!
That’s pretty bad ass
Jake, my cat, who I’ve really started to miss since moving out.
The balloon was his idea.
You might find this amusing.
We took a boat trip across the lake to a place called Salo (Nice place!) The boats are as big, if not bigger than the Mersey ferries. Anyway, coming back we were to catch the 2:15 boat otherwise we’d have to wait a further 2 hrs which we didn’t want. We waited on a bench a little way up the quayside for the boat to arrive. We thought the boat must be running late since we couldn’t see one approaching at 2.10. Your mum then said “is that the boat moored over there ?” It was a boat that had been moored for all the time we’d been there. And they looked like they were just about to set sail and pulling up the gang plank. we legged it to the boat and made it just as they’d pulled the gang plank aboard & un hitched.
They did let us on (the deck-hand muttering something about “last minute…”
Just as we sat in our seat the boat pulled a way from the quay but there was a commotion at the queyside Ilooked out of the window and couldnt really make out what was happening but in that instant I said to your mum “My camera! Where’s my Camera?” I’d only gone and left it on the bench we were sitting on in the rush to make the boat. Some guy was waving it to the crew but wed set sail!!!
Thankfully the captain took pity and pulled the boat back in, which was a relief but also VERY embarrasing. the boat was packed full of people watching (What a Berk i must have looked)
I gave the guy some cash for his honsety and retired to the bowls of the ship in discrace. One good thing, Quite a few other people who had missed the boat first time now arrived and came aboard thanks to me holding it up
