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Berks of Delights
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Creative and cute. Not my words, Carol. The words of an Etsy marketing email.

Design, Illustration, Gardens, Furniture, not AI. Ever. English in New England. Low T Man, High Tea Man.

Let's get tonight's horror show on the road...
After counting to 10 continually for well over 24 hours, I called Mother to try and explain how handy it would be for her to keep me ‘in the loop’, so I don’t have surprises dropped in my lap at the last minute.

How did that go?

She told me about her new washing line for half an hour.
December 13, 2025 at 8:56 PM
Lads, the fucking names they’re giving to aircraft seats now.

Oh, yeah…gimme that ‘classic’ main experience.

The absolute cunts sat around running these ideas ‘up the flagpole’.
December 13, 2025 at 5:30 PM
“Please sir, I want less..”

#totp
December 12, 2025 at 8:20 PM
“Are yow lookin’ at our Pras, like?”

#totp

(This post will persist until morale improves)
December 12, 2025 at 7:17 PM
I could fucking kill her. With my own bare hands.

I’ve been unable to get hold of mother for 2 days, but on the days when I DO get hold of her, she DOESN’T tell me things I need to know.

Like “I’m going into hospital for eye surgery in 3 weeks”.
December 12, 2025 at 5:01 PM
I love when you get a totally real 'love and caring' new follower, and their profile pic AND their banner pic is them.

That's a confident move.

For a totally real person.

Who isn't a phone. In a factory.

In Vladivostok.
December 11, 2025 at 11:18 PM
I wonder what wonderful other things this OS update has in store for me?
December 11, 2025 at 8:35 PM
Things not to say in a hurry...
December 11, 2025 at 7:19 PM
I wonder how the lads over at (basically) MGM are getting on with all of their great great content...

*Louis B Mayer going around in his box at 72rpm*

*Jack Warner to join him soon*
December 11, 2025 at 6:43 PM
Along with ‘weight’, I also like to put on ‘hair’ over winter, and so I’m entering the delightful ‘I woke up with it like that’ phase…
December 11, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Facebook, collecting data on me for 20 years, and building a profile based on it all in order to continually suggest things to me that are not at all of interest.

Sure, I’d fucking LOVE to go to a tractor parade. However did you guess?
December 11, 2025 at 5:05 AM
I knew this pic would come in handy again.

Person said they’d come and collect something at 4.30, so I got in the shower at 3.40 because that would be plenty of time…and I’m washing my hair, and can hear thumping on the front door.

Stupid prick was 45 minutes early and furious that I wasn’t about.
December 10, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Probably not the one who couldn’t be bothered to memorise my name.
December 10, 2025 at 7:55 PM
Safer territory tonight after last night’s misstep…
December 10, 2025 at 4:21 AM
Would you have to apply for an ESTA 6 years in advance in order to give them time to scrutinize 5 years’ worth of social media?

“Chad, this guy seems really angry about whatever ‘Showaddywaddy’ is, and do we know if TOTP is a terrorist organization?”
December 10, 2025 at 2:37 AM
Put up the cheat tree in the basement, so have declared Christmas film season open…and NOTHING says Christmas quite like *checks notes* Robert Mitchum.
December 9, 2025 at 4:12 AM
What a fucking grim country this is.

We’re seen as being very liberal up here, and progressive - but by Christ…the people that don’t think like that REALLY don’t think like that.
December 8, 2025 at 10:30 PM
I took my gloves off to take this. I didn’t want to take my gloves off. I regretted taking my gloves off.
December 8, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Oh bloody hell. Facebook marketplace person wants to collect the thing he couldn’t collect 8 minutes ago, in 10 minutes.
December 8, 2025 at 7:09 PM
I can’t. I’m seeing the Black Guardian in Providence that night…
December 8, 2025 at 6:56 PM
Sure…
December 7, 2025 at 11:50 PM
*creepy voice*

Three way?
December 7, 2025 at 8:58 PM
Watch out! It’s the religious right…
December 7, 2025 at 7:58 PM
Okay. I think I’m finally done putting out ‘dusty, musty, smells of death and decay’ vintage Christmas..

Pending endless rearranging, obvs.
December 7, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Added Mr Loons to the ‘In memoriam’ tree.

Do not care for this one bit.

Keeping Mouse, The Goose and Moo company.
December 7, 2025 at 6:27 PM