Yes, it's time I got out of my swimming costume.
Yes, it's time I got out of my swimming costume.
HELP
Someone has put something on top of the entrance to my hole and I can't get out
I'm having to eat the last of the Christmas fare that I stole was given from the Christmas party. I'm fed up with sausage rolls, cheese and pineapple on sticks, mince pies and can't face another Quality Street and I've run out of drink
I left a crate of Champagne by that horrible hole you dug in my hill, so why don't you drink it and then it would be easier for you to get out of the hole and leave My Hill.
PS: if you could still walk!
Not meaning to be funny but I'm stuck in the hole with no way out and so can't reach the crate of champagne
Anyone got a long straw
No one loves me
I've been left trapped in this hole and no one will help me to get out of it, more importantly I'm hungry (feed me) and I'm really thirsty
All I need is long straw to reach that champagne
It's too late little foxy. I've drunk it!!! Ha, ha, hick! Ha, ha! I might consider giving you the scraps of my huge roast dinner though, if your lucky!!!!
OK, little foxy. I've sent someone to lift the champagne crate off the hole you dug in my hill and to put you in a taxi (a locked security van really) to take you to the airport where you will be put on an aircraft to send you somewhere where you won't be able to find your way back to my hill.
As for you Chloe; drinking all that Champagne it is just a simple matter to lay you on the ground and roll you down to the bottom of my hill and off into the street.
So at last I can enjoy the peace of My Hill.
Once I reached the airport I was taken to the Animal Centre as the crate I'd been stuffed into wasn't large enough to comply with regulations. It was decided that I was suffering from stress, I think that they were alerted to that by the excessive flatulence
They kept me in the hospital wing until yesterday and fed me on the best quality food and played soothing music to calm me. They then on checking realised that I had in deed been foxnapped and so released me at the spot where I was captured.
Upon climbing the hill I discovered that it was empty, Nimrod was down at the pub to get warm as it was so cold on the hill. So I quickly raced back down the hill and locked the gates and wandered back up the hill to my comfy little hole.
I pinched the food that Nimrod had left and settled into my hole. I'm really quite warm and cosy in my little hole with all that I've accumulated over the past year. So I'm in my Arctic quality sleeping bag and with two heat packs in it - I'm as warm as toast and am now watching TV eating chocolates and drinking hot chocolate.
So once again I'm pleased to be able to announce that
As I got back from the pub there were those unmistakable signs of that pesky fox being back on my hill. It wasn't hard to find the bushy tailed creature slobbering away over a box of chocolates and a mug of drinking chocolate tucked up in a little hole that was just the right size to plant a tree in. I waited until little foxy nodded off on a warm chocolate induced snooze and then got the landscaping gang in to lift foxy complete with sleeping bag out of the hole and into a warmed transport crate and into a truck destined for the animal centre. All this was done without waking the pesky creature.
As soon as the hole was cleard of debris some good quality topsoil and fertilizer was used to fill the hole and a large tree was planted in it. This will stop the fox making a home on my hill so once again it si rightfully my hill.
Well I'm awake now and not very amused
Still a few nights in the warmth of an animal shelter with all the creature comforts will certainly be welcome during this cold snap
But when the temperature goes up I'll be back.
I'd also like to inform everyone that I don't slobber - occasionally dribble but never slobber
Just to let everyone know that they can dump their OCD in the skip which is at the bottom of My Hill.
Nimrod
if only
Whilst Nimrod was busy rummaging around in the skip at the bottom of the hill. I quickly got some nice men - very nice men, to erect a solid fence around the skip with a gate that only gives access from the road.
Therefore no one needs to trespass on My Hill to dump their OCD in my skip
So whilst Nimrod had his head in the skip obsessing about which OCD to keep and which to throw I quietly crept up the hill to once again take possession of my hole on My Hill.
Great it's been spring cleaned and all my possessions and treasures carefully put away. So I'm going to relax in my nice warm sleeping bag and watch some television complete with a large mug of hot chocolate. I've even phoned for a take away so I won't go hungry.
I think, in fact I know that I forgot to unlock the new gate and so Nimrod will have to spend the night in the skip as I'm not getting out of my warm comfortable hole to unlock it.
So once again I'm pleased to be able to announce that
There must have been somthing wrong with that take away as it seriously upset you and you had to rush off the hill to get some medication from the pharmacy. So while you were away it was very easy for me just to walk up the hill to claim it as my own. My Hill
Jerama
Jerama, it's so good to hear from you that I'm not going to be mean enough to throw you off the hill, so enjoy it while you can.
I go away for a while and what happens - some imposter squats on my hill.
Jerama is a happy, kindly person so I asked him to go the the garden centre to get some flowers to plant on my hill, so that was a very easy way to get rid of him and take posession of my hill.
But, there is more to it than that. I want the flowers to make my hill a very attractive place for an Easter Party to which you are all invited. The party will start on Good Friday and finish on the Bank Holiday Monday with a huge open air concert. There will be all sorts of music with classic on one side of my hill and pop and rock on the other.
Looking forward to seeing you all there on My Hill.
Lord Nimrod of Nimrod Hill
For any new forum users who are not familiar with how to play the "My Hill" game, here's how:
Somebody is the current owner of the hill. You post saying what you do to get that owner of the hill off it and then it's your hill so you claim it with the words "My Hill". The more inventive and original way you get the person off the better. Then somebody else comes and says how they get you off the hill and it becomes theirs and so on.
A jobsworth carrying a clipboard came to the hill yesterday wanting to know if we have a licence for live music for the party. I pointed him in your direction Nimrod, down where the skip is and kindly gave him the keys to the gate so he could let you out.
Sorry about that, I was so snug in my hole on the hill, that I forgot that I'd locked you in with the skip. Still I suspect that there was plenty in the skip to keep you occupied.
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