Apparently SB was told last week that if he continues to progress as he has, he might just be able to swim for his country. Downside is that it is butterfly. Bummer. Now we have to find something that SSB can do especially well and I'm not sure that dancing the tango with his mother counts.
Daisies are our silver
Buttercups our gold
This is all the treasure we can have or hold.
Raindrops are our diamonds
And the morning dew
I wonder if anyone else remembers that.
My stepmother has apparently sold the house and now wonders where she might move to. She is to rent one of the houses that have been refurbished by her daughter. Odd. Not sure I would charge my mother rent.
Also odd: an Australian newspaper yesterday reported that a man had set fire to a building with his clothes! The build of static between his jacket and his trousers was sufficient to scorch the carpet. The poor man had some 40,000 volts rampaging about his body. A real case, of "Liar, liar, yer bum's on fire..."
Must get down to some work. Airhead.
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