Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend...

“Ingratitude is treason to mankind.” James Thomson

Thursday 12 August 2010

So very tiredzzzzzzzzzzzsnort.

Seriously, could I be any tireder? Dragging my caboose for sure.

So, not much of a post this week. Instead, how about you read this poem? I read it once and had to track it down so I could read it again, so I could know where to find it.

Talk amongst yourselves and I'll have a little nap. It's nice knowing you'll be here when I get back.

In the meantime, enjoy a photo of a little dog on a beach. You're welcome.


  1. Prods PB awake. I very much like the poem. And the dog looks like he should be called Archie. My favourite kinds of dog are the ones that you think could be called Archie.

    Now, back to sleep....

    Ali x

  2. love the poem, want to kiss dog on nose.

    archie sounds right. and if it ate your mother-in-law's birthday cake, you could holler in a dame edna type voice: ARCHIBALD!!!!!!

    WV: poopomin, which is so appropriate given my recent adventures.

  3. I emerge briefly for a glass of water and a wee, then back to bed. Nice to know you have stopped by!

    This dog could be called Archie. She is pretty butch, more like a Tyson really. She's my little lovely, but she is not as sweet and innocent as she looks, the scamp.

    PC, your closing comment is intriguing. What have you been up to then, or do I have to wait for your next post?

  4. previous posts. as in a few back. gastrointestinal adventures of the sort best left unspoken, except i'm doing a public service thing. also, i have no shame.