I have no life. Sob! :)

Jane Austen wrote:
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

She almost got it right, there’s a 21st Century variation that goes along the lines of:
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a married man in possession of a good internet connection must be in want of a wife and a life.

And speaking of Jane Austen, is anyone else watching Lost in Austen? And does anyone else love the rhythm of that title? Lost in Austen. Lost in Austen, Lost in Austen, Lost in Austen, Lost in Austen.

It’s got a ticky-tocky syncopation, hasn’t it?

Anyway back to the early 21st Century.

Soph is not here, obv.

And there is absolutely nowt on the television, obv.

I don’t know how many channels we’ve got, twenty or thirty. Yet there’s nothing on. Except there’s always an episode of Top Gear on somewhere – usually on Dave. Or an episode of Friends. But I can’t watch Friends-on-a-loop. I mean, it’s hardly Buffy is it?

But that’s all OK because I have a book review to rewrite and another book review to write and an album to listen to and review and Hornby’s Slam to finish so I’ve got plenty to do.

So why have I just spent the last 45 minutes scouting through FailBlog for comedy video clips?

My favourite clip so far is the one where the guy sweeping out the elephant yard gets his head stuck up an elephant’s bum. In an Eeeew Whilst Laughing kind of way.

Do you want to see it?

I’ll see what I can do.

Anyway I’ve just made myself a cup of tea. Feed a cold, starve a fever, is that right? And drink plenty of liquids?

I am drinking plenty of liquids. Cup of tea cooling on the side and Dr Pepper just out of the fridge. And a pint of squash on standby.

Does anyone else call Dr Pepper ‘belching juice’?

No? Just me then.

And no Trixie, I have not had a drink. Not an alcoholic drink anyway.

So, this weekend upcoming.

We’re moving to Oxfordshire on Saturday.

Actually the move sort of starts on Friday; for want of a better description I’m hosting a farewell dinner party for the folk at the yard (or those who want to come) at a Chinese restaurant – will be flexing the credit card, that’s for sure!

On the way home afterwards Sophie will drop me at the yard, I’ll take the partitions out of the lorry and drive it home. This is cunning, it enables me to stay in bed just a little longer on Saturday morning.

When we’re ready we’ll throw the last few pieces of furniture in to the lorry and trundle off down Oxfordshire way. When we’ve unloaded the lorry (doesn’t it all sound so simple like that?) we’ll trundle back up Worcestershire to Sophie’s parents’ house where we’ll spend the night.

Sunday morning we’ll stop off at the yard, pick up Vin, his wardrobe of tack and even larger wardrobe of rugs and take him to his new home back down in Oxfordshire.

Monday morning I’m back in the office in London having negotiated the first half of the new daily commute.

So yeah, it’s going to be a bit of a weekend.

Fun though.

Speaking of fun, I promised you an amusing video clip?

Enjoy.

B.

p.s. It’s not the elephant one. I’m saving that for another day. But I like this song!