Tuesday, 27 June 2006

rock and a hard place

I rock!

I did the VAT return yesterday, submitted it and paid it and I didn't moan ONCE while I was doing it.

However, I did moan extensively whilst packing the twenty boxes of books that I appear to have collected over the years.

Kate is coming back on Thursday to help for another afternoon - I think that we are almost there.

Kate: Could you pass me that book on tantric sex over please?
Me: Urgle?
Kate: I think it'll go nicely in this little gap I've got in this box here.

Simpkin has fleas, despite the first of June's Frontline application. I know this because he came and sat on my lap this morning while I was having my breakfast, and one jumped in to my tea.

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  1. " I think it'll go nicely in this little gap I've got in this box here."

    Beg your pardon????

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  2. " I think it'll go nicely in this little gap I've got in this box here."

    Beg your pardon????

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  3. I hope you saved it. A tea drinking flea would probably be quite good at poetry. You could start a circus.

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  4. Cat fleas? Tremendous! *scratches absent mindedly*
    I remember having a complete infestation of cat fleas when we had a cat. None of the "on-cat" or household treatments worked. Eventually tablets called Programme cleared up the problem on the cat and daily Vaxing cleared the fleas from the carpets.
    It was a complete nightmare! I don't remember any of them jumping into my tea but I do remember seeing the little bastards capering gaily on my newspaper.
    *scratches.again*

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  5. Cat fleas? Tremendous! *scratches absent mindedly*
    I remember having a complete infestation of cat fleas when we had a cat. None of the "on-cat" or household treatments worked. Eventually tablets called Programme cleared up the problem on the cat and daily Vaxing cleared the fleas from the carpets.
    It was a complete nightmare! I don't remember any of them jumping into my tea but I do remember seeing the little bastards capering gaily on my newspaper.
    *scratches.again*

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  6. Eurgghhhh! Fleas, been there, done that- got rid of the dog.

    To a loving home of course (and only when we moved to another continent)

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  7. Eurgghhhh! Fleas, been there, done that- got rid of the dog.

    To a loving home of course (and only when we moved to another continent)

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  8. Oh the scary books hidden at the back of bookshelves. I don't think I'd let others pack my books, far too much chance for misunderstanding...

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  9. Oh the scary books hidden at the back of bookshelves. I don't think I'd let others pack my books, far too much chance for misunderstanding...

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  10. Aw gee,
    A flea
    In your tea.
    So sorry.

    (So you could do better at 5:00 AM?)

    Hope there are no more easily-misunderstood books lurking.

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  11. Aw gee,
    A flea
    In your tea.
    So sorry.

    (So you could do better at 5:00 AM?)

    Hope there are no more easily-misunderstood books lurking.

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  12. I never let the cat sit in my lap at breakfast, too many stolen bits of bacon put paid to that.

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  13. Fleas suck. Oh. Ha. Sorry about that; unintentional pun brought on by caffeine deprivation.

    Good news about the packing though, and I particularly liked the use of 'urgle' - full marks, and a gold star. :)

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  14. Fleas suck. Oh. Ha. Sorry about that; unintentional pun brought on by caffeine deprivation.

    Good news about the packing though, and I particularly liked the use of 'urgle' - full marks, and a gold star. :)

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  15. Yuck, fleas! Just reading about them makes you itch.

    A flea in your tea,
    That shouldn't be,
    So very sorry,
    But I'm glad it weren't me,

    That's not a very good rhyme either, sorry.

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  16. Yuck, fleas! Just reading about them makes you itch.

    A flea in your tea,
    That shouldn't be,
    So very sorry,
    But I'm glad it weren't me,

    That's not a very good rhyme either, sorry.

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  17. 1 2 3 mother caught a flea
    put it in her tea pot and made a pot of tea.

    And that sounded so funny and so well written, back in the junior school playground. Oh for the blinkers of youth.

    :-)

    Did you see? Arc is back!

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  18. 1 2 3 mother caught a flea
    put it in her tea pot and made a pot of tea.

    And that sounded so funny and so well written, back in the junior school playground. Oh for the blinkers of youth.

    :-)

    Did you see? Arc is back!

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  19. As this has inspired flea related ditties, I'll add mine for what it's worth

    Katie Bairdie's wooden leg kicked the bairns oot the bed,
    All the fleas ran up her leg: dance Katie Bairdie.

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  20. As this has inspired flea related ditties, I'll add mine for what it's worth

    Katie Bairdie's wooden leg kicked the bairns oot the bed,
    All the fleas ran up her leg: dance Katie Bairdie.

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  21. I wish I could be as inspired with my work today. I am fast disappearing under a mountain of paper.

    And do we all have to do flea poems?> Hang on then.

    Little fleas
    Bite and suck
    It's bitten me bum
    It itches like something very itchy

    Off to find my rhyming dicitonary

    Don't make me go back to work....

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  22. I wish I could be as inspired with my work today. I am fast disappearing under a mountain of paper.

    And do we all have to do flea poems?> Hang on then.

    Little fleas
    Bite and suck
    It's bitten me bum
    It itches like something very itchy

    Off to find my rhyming dicitonary

    Don't make me go back to work....

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  23. Flea poems are not mandatory, but they are making me laugh :).

    The poetry-writing fleas could all drink tea out of little flea-sized tea-cups and inject laudanum with very small silver syringes ...

    Or is that a flea too far?

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  24. Flea poems are not mandatory, but they are making me laugh :).

    The poetry-writing fleas could all drink tea out of little flea-sized tea-cups and inject laudanum with very small silver syringes ...

    Or is that a flea too far?

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  25. Ah yes, fleas. Welcome to my world. Ms. Mia had fleas. And of course we had to deflea the whole house. Thought they were gone there for a moment, but the buggers have returned. Except they're not biting her, just me. Bastards. Please don't tell anyone I have fleas. For shame.

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  26. Ah yes, fleas. Welcome to my world. Ms. Mia had fleas. And of course we had to deflea the whole house. Thought they were gone there for a moment, but the buggers have returned. Except they're not biting her, just me. Bastards. Please don't tell anyone I have fleas. For shame.

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  27. Oh dear me
    Me granny ate a flea
    she salted it and peppered it
    And had it for her tea.

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  28. Oh dear me
    Me granny ate a flea
    she salted it and peppered it
    And had it for her tea.

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  29. When my mum had an infestation they were apparently quite amusing in the Dyson.

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  30. Definate sympathetic itching over here. *shudder*

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