Regular readers of this considerably-younger-and-female homage a Victor Meldrew, such as they are, will note there hasn't been a new post for a few months. This is for a variety of reasons, some of them significant, some of them completely trivial, which I lack the inclination, time and energy to bore you with here. Doubtless some of the events will crop up in subsequent posts, but that depends on what surfaces for me to rant about in the future. Suffice it to say, I'm back, ready to have a strop about whatever the latest bit of asinine crap to cross my path turns out to be... and let's face it, there's an awful lot around on which I could base a tantrum just now....
However, it's Good Friday, I have some decent food and a bottle of vino waiting for me.... normal service will resume later....
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No, you CAN'T eat him
The ravings of a younger and hopefully-better-looking female version of Victor Meldrew.
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No, you CAN'T eat him
About Me
- Angevin
- Probably not as old as people think I am, but I'm in training to be the sort of vicious old moo who tortured me in my yoof. Other persona regularly appearing on these pages include Troll - my husband and sometime co-inhabitant of Chateau Angevin; Mini-Troll, my hyperactive, infuriating but very loveable home-educated son and The Grande-Troll, mother of Troll and bane of my existence.
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