Oh where have you been Billy Boy, Billy Boy?

Well no, the name’s not Billy (fortunately) but I have been a tad remiss about updating the blog.

Alert visitors to this blog will have noticed a dearth of articles of late. Fear not dear reader. I have not deserted you, fallen amongst scoundrels or down a deep hole. The fault is on my side – do not adjust your computer.

The truth of the matter is Mrs Chips and yours truly have been experiencing an increasing level of concern over our rented house. Despite drawing the issues to their attention over a period of some years; the owners, for some reason, seem quite satisfied to allow the place fo fall into wrack and ruin.

We began to tire of the novelty of moving furniture and valuables every time it rained, to protect them from the water running through the leaky roof. Things came to an unpleasant head when supporting walls cracked and mushrooms began growing out of the wall in the spare bedroom (I’m not exaggerating – pictures will be posted in future articles)

These incidents and the refusal on the part of the owners to resolve the matters precipitated the decision to move on.

In posts to come, you can experience some of our trials, tribulations and happy experiences as we release the next version of The Groot Trek.

About Freud Fission Chips

Despite the banality of the name, FFC has led an intensely varied life. Grateful for surviving almost three years as a 'troepie' (soldier for non-South African Readers) in the Angolan war, he determined to wring as much out of life as possible. Currently providing Business Analysis services, trading on the stock market and developing web pages to pay the bills, FFC also dabbles in wildlife, landscape and people photography, writing, and far too many interests for his own good. He has also travelled extensively in southern Africa (working on the sound theory that a moving target is more dificult to hit). These peregrinations also include over 1500kms on foot through some of the worlds most spectacular scenery. It hasn't all been plain sailing, beer and skittles, and endless beds of roses... Chief amongst the prerequisites for surviving Africa, with its mind-bending characteristics, is an appropriate sense of humour.... So, for now, he will be recounting the amusing among the annoying, the frustrating wrapped in the funny and extracting the mirth from the melancholy... Oh yes, there might be some alliteration too.
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1 Response to Oh where have you been Billy Boy, Billy Boy?

  1. Fat Gary says:

    Sigh, I should probably get off my metaphorical arse and do the same – my blog’s looking a little threadbare. Hope you find a new place in short order sir!


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