Based on a partially true story. Laura is doing a biology degree part-time and one of the classes is (as I understand) has some maths and coding. I was sleeping (I had the day off) when she texted me about needing my brain to understand the maths. Although, I probably would be spinning on my chair If I was working.
I work from home and once or twice a week, I would work in the office when Laura has classes at the university (which is in the city my office is based). After covid, my company moved to a flexible working scheme and I don’t have a dedicated desk, instead I have to book a desk that has a screen, keyboard and a mouse. One time I forgot my personal wireless mouse at home and had to use the one on the desk. I actually cleaned it with hand sanitiser! *shudder*
Two weeks ago, I got really ill. Laura took care of me and then she got ill, I got a bit better and had to take care of her. For more than a week we were both really ill, taking care of one another.
Its the second week of 2025 … yay. I love the Christmas holidays as I get to “shut my brain down”, and last week I had to return to work after two wonderful weeks.
Happy Holidays and Season’s Greetings, everyone. Hope you have a safe, fun, happy and wonderful time.
Season’s Greetings. I was sitting on the sofa and my phone fell out my hands, I tried to catch it and knocked a few things away, including the phone. This was the actual conversation, that resulted. Thought I’d add a bit of action to this one!
Ask me after the Christmas season, if I can still see my toes!
True story. Laura and I were driving back from Cardiff. Just outside Bradford-on-Avon, the satnav told us to turn right. I slowed down and there to the right, was the narrowest road I’ve ever seen. Either side covered with hedge and barely space for my small car! I would take traffic any day over what we call “squeeze-ville” roads!
October was a crazy month and November isn’t looking much better. I barely had time to darw or even making comics. We did manage to make this comic. Its a true funny story, except the setting wasn’t a cave but a tunnel.
We were on holiday in Cornwall (for our 18th anniversary) and were walking from Perranporth to the Bolingey Inn (a lovley 17th Century Pub) and on the side of path there was an interesting looking tunnel. The thing is, it was too low for me, but Laura could walk in perfectly. So naturally we entered, Laura at the front walking upright and excited with me, following behind with my back bent.
As we approached the other side, Laura started yelling Bat! Bat! Bat! and pushing me back out the tunnel. I couldn’t see ahead (due to little space and my head and back being bent). With what little space, I somehow managed to turn around as she was pushing me back out. Turns out there were bats hanging off the ceiling (as bats are meant to do) but was at head height to Laura and she didn’t want to walk into them. Or so the story goes.
This happens everytime … we go to supermarket, can’t remember if there is ketchup at home, so we buy ketchup (just in case) only to find a stash of the red gold!
