One screaming Tarne is enough for one lifetime

This isn't my first blog. I've been doing another for a while now but it's disappeared into the blog ether, a bit like socks in the washing machine.
You put them in for a clean in pairs but they come out rather lonesome, never to be matched again.
Ok ....You can stop crying. They are only socks!
It's not as if you've knitted them yourself, darned them lovingly, etc.
No , you've paid £2.50 for five pairs in the market.
Now i'm a little sad about my little lost blog, perhaps it's been googled by yahoo. I must ask Jeeve to file an MSN and see if it's caught in the web.
I even had a bit of a following....My daughters, to see what i was bitching about today..... saves them taking the ear phones off!
My sons, to confirm to their mates i 'm even madder than them.
The old man, who thinks he's a new man caught in a time warp and transported to when he was 25.... many decades earlier.
What on earth am i talking about?

This is supposed to be a blog about gardening, cooking and other goodly things but as usual i've been seduced by the curry and a bottle of vino calapso!
Tomorrow i'll find some photos of my field, especially the one with lots of grass in it and then you can see what happens when you glyphosate it.....and then, as a treat, i'll show you how to plant tatoes in a laundry bag.
No, silly! Everyone knows, plant spuds in a laudry bag and they'll grow socks to match the ones left lonely in the washer.....with a bit of logic.... I think hoover did a logicomatic machine, you'll get spuds in the twin tub.
Zills this does not mean you get chips out of the tumble dryer.
OOps, sorry there ARE chips in the tumble dryer!

Chips everywhere in fact and i thought they were bad for you.

We have a toegulp (a PEUGEOT, backwards with a defective E, which looks like an L) thats had a bit of a chip mystery and is currently in the greasy garage having several old chips and bits of electronics removed as well as having a new cat and a decoke. Hopefully it will soon purr along without loosing speed and take us all to the land of moule frites and crepes before the easter bunny lays too many eggs.

See i can't be that bonkers, if the Easter bunny can lay eggs then what are the chickens doing?
Please don't send me any answers...I didn't intend to question.