My kind of friends

An incident with an ice cream

Last night I didn't sleep much - firstly, the cockroaches were restless and I had images of them rising up against me to get the house all to themselves. They aren't called "Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches" for nothing - these are the noisiest bugs I've ever come across. Finally I figured out how to keep them at bay, and quiet: with insect spray and sleeping with a light on, because they are apparently averse to both. 

Then secondly, after being asleep for way too short a time, I was awakened by the most horrific nightmare. In it I was running through a library being chased by a fat clown with a hideous laugh. For some or other reason I had a handgun, which I used to shoot him, but it was as useful as a pop gun. Finally I pulled a shelf of books down on him. But he was rescued by a ringmaster-looking gentleman in a suit and top hat and the frantic escape continued, this time sans pea shooter. 

I tried to figure out what it meant but all I've come up with so far is that this place is a circus and is trying to kill me! Or maybe I've been playing too much Call of Duty and watching the wrong genre of movie before bedtime...

The compliments and quotes were flying thick and fast today from the Midgley boys in the pic below ... They may need lessons on encouragement:

"Uncle Rob, did you ever publish that really badly written comment on your blog - the one with the terrible spelling?"

"Yes"

"Aw, now everyone will know what kind of friends you have!"

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"Mommy, you look really ugly on Wii"

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Midgley # 5, starting to cry after being sent to his room for hitting his brother:

"Am I going to get a hiding?"

"Yes"

"But I'm already crying..."

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"Auntie Anri, we made you a wii girl. She's thiiiiis fat and has a pig-looking nose".