Saturday Night Rant

Hello Probably All Gone Reader,

I sit here getting used to typing again and today I am ever more a Republican than ever! Watching the BBC evening News I note that the BBC refuse to broadcast a humanitarian appeal for Gaza in the interests of impartiality. That I do not understand as the people who survived the Israeli bombardment need our help. Israel will certainly not give it; they only drop bombs on UN Schools and food stores, level industrial zones to destroy their infrastructure and use weapons banned under international laws on civilian areas.

Anyways, my rant was that the BBC ran with the Story that Prince (spit) Harry and Chelsea have split up when on holiday in the Maldives and then after that about Rwanda and Congo joining forces to try and sort out the Hutu rebels responsible for the genocide that happened there. Some balance is required I think.

Okay. Prince Harry
1. Does he not have a job in the army? He is always off on holidays.
2. He is 'our little raciest friend’. No excuse can hide what and how he said it. Despicable.
3. I never voted for him
4. He is a privileged idiot

'Nuff said tonight I think.

I also did not win the lottery.

Night all.

Mr Fridge Returns!

Happy (late) 2009 Reader!

Apologies from Mr Fridge but his laptop was out of order and is now repaired!

I have remembered my password and can now get back on to my ranting, family adoration and random thoughts!

I have so much to say on Harry Hewi . . . Windsor, George Bush, Barrack Obhama, Isreal behaving like Nazis form WWII, St Mirren football Club, UK and Scottish politics, Doctor Who, the world and everything else therein.

It feels good to type again.

Mr Fridge

Grumpy Mr Fridge

Hello Again Reader,

Mr Fridge had a grumpy lunch time. He had to nip out to buy a picture frame, which he did not get due to no shops having them, that he visited in the newly expanded Livingston Shopping centre, The Elements (http://www.theelementslivingston.co.uk/). It looks nice from the outside but when I walked in I was presented with the below vista :


Now it is the 4th of November, we have just had Halloween and yet to have bonfire night, but everything is made up for Christmas! Bit early? Devalues that special Christmas feeling you get, erm, around Christmas? What a poor show and poor parents! Mr Fridge is going to compose a letter and send to the management. I will appraise you of any reply.

Baa humbug until December.

My next posting will be more 'Too Early For Christmas', no doubt and a possible offensive rant against a certain member of the royal family. Well, I wrote it last week but is outside of my normal postings, but it is my blog and my thoughts. Forward apologies if it offends.

In response to Poirot, If my nose got any bigger I would need a nose-wheelbarrow for it. (God my car repairs are going to cost me sooo much! Oh well, next weekend may see St Mirren go above Hearts inthe SPL . . or not.)

Time for tea.

Marvelouw Mrs Fridge

Hello Reader,

Mr Fridge has recovered slightly as Mrs Fridge has been doing some grand and great work building Fridge Junior into a routine. Early to bed after an early feed then a few hours for me. I had a great time top and tailing him ready for his feed and settling for bed. He had a lovely day and slept through the local library's nursery rhymes for parents and babies.


As you can see, he has been auditioning for teletubbies, without the inbuilt tummy TV screen. His talents include, eating, pooing and, between occasional crying, sleeping. He has also just started his smiling and it melts Mr and Mrs Fridge every time.

Mr Fridge Has Been Busy : Time Has Passed

Hello Reader,

Mr Fridge has been remiss in his blog responsibilities and can only blame Fridge Junior! He has been growing and growing so much that he managed to put on 1lb in a matter of a week - which explains his constant demand for food and attention.

Here he is doing some early life dancing.

Mr Fridge also notes Poirot's response and will soon be paying even more through his nose to service and look after Lydia!

I need to post more. Fridge junior now demands my attention!

How did it get to be Thursday!

Hello Reader,

Mr Fridge is amazed that it is Thursday already! Given the lack of sleep that he and Mrs Fridge have been experiencing with Fridge Junior growing, crapping and eating we have spent longer awake than any other week, ever. The best one is my going to bed wakes him up, even when I creep in in the pitch black. I am finding the sofa very comfortable.

Anyway, Mr Fridge noticed that Mad Hearts Fan/Great Mechanic Engineer Paul has a striking resemblance to a certain Hercule Poirot. I took his picture and I will let you decide for yourself.

Hercule Poirot

Mad Hearts Fan Paul

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Other similarities include colourful and inventive use of language, getting to the bottom of a tough problem and both have a limited availability of height.

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The build up to a coming rant :

Mr Fridge has also been ENRAGED by the Christmas lights going up in Livingston, and probably other places up and down the country too. It is October. By doing this it devalues Christmas, stops it being special, bypasses Halloween and spoils bonfire night. Shops do it to exploit pester power from children, but a council should no better. Keep Christmas for Christmas!!!!

Mr Fridge : Grass and Poo.

Good Evening Reader,

You read me at the end of a Monday and still working away due to my sheer dedication to the job. While I wait for engineer feedback I shall take this opportunity to update the reader my life.

On Saturday I cut the grass for the first time in my life! I have never done it before and as soon as I had built the cutting machine and learnt, quite quickly, that you should not run it over the power cable or wear open toed shoes (well, my nails needed trimmed) I got to work on the front and rear jungles that are Fridge Manor’s gardens. What a job I did! Like many things you do first time, it was absolutely atrocious but I enjoyed it tremendously. The grass was so long that even of giraffe setting the cutting machine was set to was not overly effective and Mr Fridge had to really run over and over it again: the mover even got so clogged up that I had to continuously stop and pick and scoop out the grass (I had learned to unplug it at this point). After an hour or two I was done and it was the worst looking set of lawns that I had ever seen! The organic recycling bin is full to bursting with cut grass, moss and blood from the cutting machine catcher bucket thing and from my raking. The job was so impressively done that a neighbour asked me if Fridge Junior had given us a rough night and that she had not noticed that we had cut the grass. Cheeky neighbour! She obviously thought I looked exhausted and had not noticed that she could see the front of the house again. I am off to look up the dictionary.

From http://www.thefreedictionary.com/
TACT: 1. Acute sensitivity to what is proper and appropriate in dealing with others, including the ability to speak or act without offending.

Hmmm.

Now the other fun thing that happened is that on Saturday Mrs Fridge and I had Fridge Junior on the play gym, naked as he was born, to allow his little touch of nappy rash to heal. He has been bathed and cleaned and changed and cleaned again, so he was looking so nice and lovely that I picked him up to hug and kiss. In return my loving child peed on me then crapped through my hand and onto my t-shirt and jeans and, well everything. I ended up washing my clothes and showering! Wee thing! How Mrs Fridge laughed. Mr Fridge laughed the next day when he had his first projectile vomit on Mrs Fridge, over her hand, trouser leg, newspaper and new sofa!

That’s my boy!