Mrs charlie is annoying me. I have taken five weeks off so we can cruise to some interesting places on our canal boat. It’s only day five and she has bad pain in her hands, which is probably connected to neck surgery she underwent about 15 years ago. Anyway, she’s not going to be much use on locks. Just waiting in Alrewas at the moment while we decide whether to push on in a day or two, or give up, stick the boat in a marina and head home.
Although I don't understand why a woman would want a bigger arse in the first place (all the females in my family are constantly trying everything they know to get smaller arses), it's clearly madness to agree to having glass filler injected into your buttocks.
Enough of your weird sci-fi sh!t. I've enjoyed the Paul Whitehouse / Bob Mortimer series on the BBC. It'll only appeal to a niche audience made up of 55+ year old blokes who are falling apart a bit physically, find the presenters mildly amusing and like a bit of fishing - but it's perfect for me.