Merry late Birthday Grav

I thank you, sirs and madams.:D

I like you guys.

You are all my internet family of choice.

#prettyhappy

Sorry I haven't been around lately - it's summer pet sitting time and I'm on deadline with a book, but I just HADDA share some good news . . .

There is a For Sale sign in front of my fucktard neighbor's house.

YAY!!!

Yeah, it's not quite noon yet, but I'm gonna pour myself a cocktail anyway. And load up the bong. ;)

What are the chances to new owner could be worse? Probably pretty low. :yesnod:

Exactly. Even if the buyers are bunners too (man, I hope not), there will be no nasty history between me and them, so it's all good.

:)

Congratulations (if that's the right word) on the imminent departure of your neighbours!

We had experience of an unpleasant and anti-social bunch next door some years ago.

A couple and their teenage son and daughter moved in after the elderly widow owner died.

The contrast between occupiers couldn't have been greater.

The 'gentleman' of the household was ill-tempered, aggressive and generally disagreeable and was very rough with their dog.

The son, who'd be about seventeen, was always disappearing into the garden shed with several of his disreputable looking mates each equipped with a bulging holdall.

They'd all emerge, similarly encumbered, a while later. Heaven knows what was going on but I doubt that they were holding meetings of the Louis Vuitton Appreciation Society.

They hadn't been in the house for many months before the 'For Sale' sign appeared.

I remember returning home with my dog after a walk and seeing a police van moving slowly along the road and I instantly knew where it was heading.

Not surprisingly the police took away the son but, in a scene straight from a French farce, no sooner had they left than the estate agent appeared with prospective purchasers for a viewing.

I don't know what the boy was arrested for on that occasion but some time after they moved he appeared in court having carried out a serious assault on someone at a booze fuelled family shindig in a local hotel.

If memory serves correctly, he ended up as a guest at one of Her Majesty's 'hotels'.

Appalling bunch.

That's it, string 'em up! :mad:

Exactly! He was, and probably still is, beneath contempt.

Big pizza pie
 

This makes me happy:
https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/190...tonai_1280.jpg

The fact that it happens every month this year is also great, but it doesn't make me happy that I already missed most of them.

From today's
https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html

See those streaks? Those are anchovies like them or not. :neutral:

Just keep them off m'pizza.

Dad had his cataract op earlier this week, so thankfully that's out of the way at long last.

He was only in hospital for a few hours and was rather wobbly when he came out but when we got home he asked for sausages, baked beans and fried egg on toast and to 'put it on a large plate'. ;)

If his appetite ever falters then it's time to worry.

I had to remove the dressing the following morning which was held in place with micropore tape.

I know that he was a bit bruised and somewhat sore, but for a man who won WW2 single handed he has a remarkable repertoire of winces and general grumbles.

He has to have a plastic eye shield on overnight for the first week so we have to do the tape removal every morning.

That's a minor problem and he's already doing the crossword again so onward and upward!