So, it's Friday 13th today! Ok, ok, I know it is really the 12th, but in all other ways it is without a doubt a Friday 13th. As Mr Spock once said, "A difference that makes no difference, is no difference"! Do you ever have those days when as soon as you get up you know things are going to go wrong, and the day lives up to such expectation?

My major gripe today is technological, something of a theme of late. But before I talk about today any more I'll bring you up to speed on the remainder of yesterday. You'll recall I was having major grief with iTunes syncing to the iPhone? Well David, saint that he is, thinks he has now resolved the problem. We have all our music stored on a home server (which is then backed up a zillion times). My iTunes was pointing to the files on the server - fine and dandy, shouldn't be a problem. But things get a bit more tricky when you take into account the connectivity between my laptop and that server - I link to a switch which links to a router (which connects out to the interweb) and the server also connects back to the router. We have a fair few devices also joined to the network, such as David's PC and the printer. It seems that iTunes was timing out when trying to sync and we thing (hope and pray) that this was because the connection to the server was falling over. Hold that thought...

This morning I had no internet connection and no connection at all within the home network. With David's text-message support we've managed to bypass the switch and I can now see the world (or you'd not be seeing this). Seems like the switch is kaput and the router is on its last legs. Shopping trip tomorrow I think. But that also explains why iTunes was developing twisted-knicker syndrome!

Did someone mention knickers? "Chinese woman opposite" has only got t-shirts and kiddie dresses hanging in her window today - no large pants. Maybe she didn't wear any yesterday - dirty cow!

We, on the other hand, have managed three loads of washing (I say 'we' because David put one load in the machine last night which was waiting for me to peg out on the line this morning). It's a beautiful day here at the moment - sunny, warm, bees buzzing, Summery. Our pants are following the more traditional procedure of hanging on a line in the privacy of our back garden.

Just had a letter from the hospital to arrange my endoscopy/gastroscopy (?) - lots of being passed from one departmental phone to the next but eventually got it sorted for 29th June - not long to wait. They try two things, the first is a spray to numb the throat and if that works (whole procedure done in 15 minutes) I can come home and don't need an escort, but if that is not successful then they give sedation which takes 2 hours and does need a responsible adult to be with me. So I have to assume it won't work and ask David to take time off work. At least it is progress to knowing if the news is good or bad.

Sweet peas are coming up in their tub, even if the eating peas are not showing any signs. If they don't get a move on we'll be having frosts before the pods have formed! Percy Thrower never had these problems, but there again, I don't have an Italian Sunken Garden to tend. (Blue Peter reference there in case you didn't know). I once won a Blue Peter badge for entering a "Don't Drop Litter" poster competition - came runner up. My Mum managed to launder the badge though and it fell to bits. I cried for days. Apparently it was MY fault that SHE didn't check my jumper before washing it! Parents can have such an odd take on things! I couldn't be expected to play all day AND do her jobs for her!

I was admonished yesterday because my blog has an adult content warning at the start and as yet the material has not been of an explicit nature. Hmmm. What to do about that? Some rude words maybe? Ok: This morning, while trying to insert my tab into an appropriate flange (bloody self- assembly - I can never get it up!) I discovered I had a nasty prick - maybe from all the screwing I did yesterday. I was having a gay time stroking two pussies - one of them spat at me and the other dribbled a little. Out the window I saw a pair of tits, and heard a noise like a cock being mis-handled. Its a horrible cock - nasty pecker. I rushed out the door to see what the excitement was all about and had to give my knob a really hard twist because it was very stiff. Squeezing up my back passage were two bitches - I don't know where they had come from; Lesbos maybe? I thrusted forward and tried to poke them with some wood, I but my wood was not long enough. It was all too hard! Next I tried cracking my hands together but the bitches were not worried by the clap. I thought, "What is needed here is a good long bang". I made a snatch for my tool thinking I'd be successful with a good hammering, but it had a slippery shaft and I dropped it. I'm forever troubled by such weighty boobs! Banging away was ineffective so I grabbed my hose, which I keep near an overgrown bush, but that didn't work even when I sprayed all over the bitches (they were ugly old dogs). I saw two enormous jugs (each were beautifully rimmed) and whacked them together with an impressive dong. No luck. The jugs I then tossed, like a pair of old balls, over the bush into next door's garden which is dry and barren, but where I have sometimes seen a beaver. I gave up and went indoors where I had waiting for me two juicy melons and a nice fresh shag, which was only laid yesterday.

And on that note, I'll bid you all good day!