Rabbit Poo

Mr Baskerville loves Easter, that mysterious festival where rabbits inexplicably give us chocolate eggs. He is almost certain that there is a logical* explanation for this, but loyal readers may know that Mr B has only a vague grasp on religion.

However, he is all about the consumption of chocolate. Eggs for breakfast every day!


*or nonsensical

unclean, unclean

Mr Baskerville has been ill. Coughing, sneezing, oceans of snot...not pleasant at chez Baskerville. He was unable to make himself tea; pick up the remote control; open a bottle of wine.

Yes, it was man-flu.

Brain Drain

Mr Baskerville's brain did not have to work this hard before he was sacked.

At work (that joyous, well-managed place he will never, ever disparage) all he did was drink tea; piss about on the internet; read classic books, poems and plays; research his own novel and - best of times - go for breaks with Mrs Eaves. Oh, and create the occasional ad.

But now....he is sorting out visas for his proposed long trip. He is so stressed he is unable to nap! He will definitely need a vacation, to recover from the trip.

Love on the Lines - Entry IV

I was hoping the strike would bring a sizzling love affair. How romantic would it be to meet on the lines? We could drink wine and talk politics over nachos and chocolate (on him, obviously). We could wear matching rain outfits, mine pink, his blue, head to toe plastic. He could use his sign to shield us from the elements. Everyone would talk about us, because it's strike related, but a bit more interesting.

So, blog followers, how do I make this happen?

Striker's Diet - Entry III

The good news is, all my pants, trousers if you will, are too large! All this free time to go to the gym, then walking the lines for half a day is helpful for trimming down. Lack of money helps too. Who needs to buy food anyways?