Time for a break

The Weasel is moving from Weasel Hall to somewhere a bit bigger. Moving is not something I enjoy, but we have run out of space. No, I don't have a cupboard full of waffle makers that I never use, but I have accumulated an industrial quantity of wires and boxes associated with internet providers, and my collection of shrunken heads and Babylonian Nose Flutes must be kept in climate controlled conditions. Also, my various musical management activities are gaining momentum and I have to concentrate on them, including, if I am very lucky, a visit to Nashville.

Yesterday, I was told I was likely to live a little longer. I had to visit a specialist in Edinburgh who sent me away with a flea in my ear over a minor but suspicious skin colouring that had got me pondering the meaning of life and making mental notes to tell Mrs Weasel where the stop tap was.

Ageing is largely in the mind, but at 55, my body handles more like a Ford Anglia than a Lamborgini Murcielago.

I could carry on ranting about the Government, but frankly, I have run out of things to say. I could give a running commentary about our move, but that would not exactly make for riveting narrative. I will re-emerge in times of national emergency/surprise but, for the time being, this blog is taking a break. Au Revoir and thank you for reading.

13 comments:

AProlefrom1984 said...

will miss being informed by you. Good luck with the move. Hope it's not too stressful.

Norton Folgate said...

Hope you're not gone too long, take care.

Lawson Narse said...

Come back soon WW. Enjoy your new abode.

Rab C. Nesbitt said...

Best of luck with the move!

an anonymous one said...

I thought I saw you in todays Daily Mail cartoon. It said that due to cutbacks Sqn Ldr Weasel was now flying for BA. He had 2,000 hours on Spits or something. The old geezer looked older than 55 though.
Good luck with the move and I hope the foxes don't follow you to the new Weasel Towers.

Appealing of Ealing said...

Come back soon!

Jim Baxter said...

Good luck WW. I trust you are staying on the northern side of the border.

Wrinkled Weasel said...

Thanks for the nice comments. We lost five more chickens today, to a fox.

Jim, Scotland is now our home. And very glad we are to be in it. We are moving about five miles.

Rebel Saint said...

Fairly new to the blog, but enjoy it. Hope it won't be too long a break. And hope you'll still leave your insightful and/or amusing comments on the other blogs we seem to mutually frequent.

Jim Baxter said...

WW,

I'm very sorry to hear about the chickens. Sentimental fools/compassionate beings that we are we come very much to care for small creatures that depend on us. I know how distressing that must be.

I'm glad that you and yours are now naturalised porridge eaters. Salt with your porridge please, not Golden Syrup.

You shall arise from your slumbers when next the nation is in peril (later on today then) like that legendary chap who went on to take over Camelot, wotsisname, Richard Branson. Could happen yet.

strapworld said...

WW. Good luck with the move. I am sure you will be back sooner rather than later, just to take a rest from the cardboard boxes.

Hope the new estate will be open to the public. Is it true there is a concert hall with superb accustics on the estate?

Good luck.

Dave said...

"Is it true there is a concert hall with superb accustics on the estate?"

I'm waiting for the call WW.
Seriously, best of luck with the move and hope to see you someday soon

King Athelstan said...

All the best, hope your back before too long.