I'm afraid that I have had to make an executive decision regarding the fate of the cow that ticks and turns. The poll that I mentioned, on Saturday, can't take place because Blogger is still having some technical difficulties in the poll department.As time is passing, Lisbeth has had to buy a new timer, so the fate of TCTTAT has been down to me. The question in the poll was: Should the cow that ticks and turns be: (a) thrown away, (b) squashed up and thrown away, (c) kept in the cupboard in the kitchen or (c) moved to the 'Friends' shelf?
As you can see from the replacement - merely a 'thing' that ticks and turns - I have taken the decision to award TCTTAT a place on my 'Friends' shelf. Here he can have a happy retirement and is out of reach of Lisbeth. Needless to say, he is very happy with my decision, so all's well that ends well for my, not ticking nor turning, friend (although he does still ring).
4 comments:
hello monsieur mouton.
i see you have some disfunctional friends.
i am a sheep from wales who is confused about his identity( i think i'm a he )
you seem such a chatty sort of fellow i wondered whether you'd be interested in talking it through with me.
goodbye
Hello Ikltbuaa.
Thank you for visiting my blog. I suppose I am a bit chatty!
I would be delighted to discuss your identity doubts with you. As you may, or may not know, my house mate understands all that psychology stuff. Hence, I feel I have absorbed enough, over the years, to help a doubting sheep explore issues of gender identity.
The first thing we need to clarify is: Are you sure you're a sheep?
oh thankyou monsieur!
well yes, i suppose thats one consolation, if there is one thing i'm sure of its that i am really a sheep.
its all the other labels that get given me that are confusing. At the moment i am, apparently, "cute". At the moment i am living on a funny sort of farm where there are hundreds of little people who get let out in the morning, especially when its sunny. They come and talk to me in the field with the quack quacks and the eeyore donkeys. They do try to pat me on the head, but after the incident with the icecream i try to keep my distance.
Tell me monsieur, what does french grass taste like?
goodbye.
Oh dear, Ikltbuaa! What incident with the ice cream?
Re French grass: you have to eat it with a French accent.
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