Catching up with recent events

Its been a few days since I have been able to get 'caught up' with tales of life in tpm's pot. There are numerous reasons for this absence, but my therapist tells me that there was an error with my meds and I was accidentally over prescribed! Yeh right.. did somebody call him before the visit and tell him I was stupid?

So you are asked by tpm to make allowances if the writing is more like your Earl Grey than the more traditional golden brown blend. Where to start is the question...." Oh get on with it anywhere..." I hear your expectant anticipation. A couple of days ago, the produce of my loins came for a visit. It was a restricted visit allegedly due to constraints of time in their busy schedules, but my thinking, in my more alert moments is that they were ushered in and out by those stiff white coats.

Nevertheless, it was good to see my girls, in whom I am proud. The eldest, who lovingly tends to the heavy panting, constantly whingeing brigade of females about to be visited by that lofty 'stork' and the youngest, whose nickname hence forth shall be 'needles'. This stemming from her recent addiction to stitching up the odd yarn or two! They have grown and matured into fine specimens of womanhood and even if I do say so myself, are a veritable credit to me and I expect many accolades to come my way in response to their presence on this mortal coil.

Speaking of 'coil'.. I am prone to wonder whatever happened to that most endearing of my students, curiously referred to as 'the coil' following an exciting if all but too graphic explanation from her, during her driving lesson, about the night she lost her coil and deemed herself to be pregnant! I was forced to interrupt her tale at that point to remind her to 'main mirror, left mirror, signal left'. Undaunted, she carried out the instructions well, negotiated the turn and continued to put my mind at rest that the missing article had in fact surfaced later that day. Her 'in depth' recollections of the search for the scoundrel was undoubtedly more information than... but the life of driving instructor, similar to that of the confessional..etc.,etc. 'Twenty thousand leagues under the sea', sprang to mine for some reason, but ebbed away!

I often times think it a shame that she did pass her test as her risque stories were far more entertaining than any amount of Mirror-Signal-Position-Speed-Look. Ho humm...

So to yesterday....my adventures out onto the tarmacadam have been somewhat restricted lately....what with trying to escape the guards, and a dearth of willing pups, its been a trial and a tribulation. However, yesterday, I am pleased and yet too saddened to report that my friend of oriental extraction passed his test at the fifth attempt. I could see it happening for him this time and thus whilst not surprised, am deeply saddened by the loss of future revenues. His reluctance to make out a weekly payment order to maintain my lifestyle was not the first instance of downright selfishness, but hurts even the more for the number of failures he has attributed to tpm's method of teaching. Shame on you ...shame.

Tomorrow, 17th, is the birthday of a beloved relative..one whom has a 'little' standing in the bosom of the family. I mention the bosom as it is a particular favourite of his and on this special day, our brest wishes go to him. 'Happy Birthday to you , happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear pelo '.

"Ho humm...so glad I'm a teapot...!"