I'm Back...

After a cold night and sombre morning spent at the local YMCA (it’s not a place you’d like to loiter wearing only a thong) the Chipster arrived home to find a contrite Romanian to greet him on the doorstep. It would appear that the embassy had sent staff to help her type up a forty two thousand word post about this year’s yeast harvest. Faced with such a grim demonstration of what blogging is really about, Gabby has decided to forgive me. As a sign of the new peace, I’ve promised her that whenever a new Rambo film comes out, I’ll allow her to blog about it in her new role as Military Advisor to Chip Dale’s Diary.

I will take me a few hours to get the house back in order. There’s a terrible smell of burnt chicken. I also have to fix the logo that Gabby has so foolishly defaced at the top of my blog. I don’t think I have a copy of the original so I can see I’ll have to nip to the photo booth in the local Post Office and pose for another picture of my buttocks.

Give me time and I’ll be back. I can’t say how good it is to be home, how much I’ve missed you all, and to thank you for the loyalty you showed during my absence. I also think that a certain gentleman with a liking for orange shirts came very close to committing to something he would have quickly regretted. What was he thinking? Doesn't he know that Gabby is the more well-balanced of the sisters?