I'll keep you company if you first go down to the cafe to get us both a bacon butty and a mug of tea.
I'll keep you company if you first go down to the cafe to get us both a bacon butty and a mug of tea.
Dear and Lovely Soxon,
O K. I fell for that one. Its YOUR HILL.
Love,
Lena
Wow, that was easy
(but I didn't get my butty
)
Right back to sorting out my hole, LOCOG made a right pigs ear of it
There was a lot of rubbish in it, but amongst the rubbish there were some useful items including an Olympic duvet set, crockery and cutlery. All of which I shall put to good use.
I've lit the fire and put the kettle on and am going to have a well deserved cuppa.
So once again I'm pleased to be able to announce that
Ah Soxon,
You can't be CERTAIN that the hill will be yours for long. Don't get too comfortable there in your den. I may come and tame you. Who's a good boy/girl(delete as applicable) then? Lovely Foxy. Come here. I won't hurt you. This sack is just my wee handbag. There's a nice bacon butty in there and it's just for you.......
I'm not that daft
I've got my own bacon butties and a large slice of cake so I'm happy and am not getting out of my hole for anyone - unless of course the price is right
It's MY HILL, and I didn't even have to be sneaky this time!
As I have already said,I was a homeless stranger in a strange land, rejected by all except the lovely dog, now sadly repossessed by Mr and Mrs Tess. I lay at the bottom of the hill for days, dejected and cold. Unsurprisingly, I became very ill and developed, among other pathetic symptoms, a hoarse cough. Foxie heard me and thought I was his/her(delete as applicable) Mummy warning him/her that he/she was in grave danger. He/ she ran away pronto and I crawled up my hill to the warm fire, warm duvet and plenty of nourishing food.
MY HILL!
Baloo has been pestering for days to go and visit Lena, in fact he dug up a huge smelly bone to take to her as a present for being so kind to him. So, I trudged up the hill with him and found Lena so stuffed full of cake and bacon butties that she had got wedged in the hole and she was feeling very poorly. So we phoned for help and waited. The paramedics arrived very quickly along with three Police cars and two fire appliances with cutting equipment rapidly followed by the air ambulance and Lena was dug out and whisked away. So here I am back (with a dog) on MY HILL
And so I'm left to kip in the skip with all the OCDs that have been dumped
Poor wee Soxon! LIfe is not fair. I am enjoying being the centre of attention.
And I'm enjoying planning how to barricade my hill from trespassers. At present Baloo is digging holes all the way round to trap the unwary.
My treatment in hospital was 1st class, Clean and glowing with health I was photographed by 6 photographers and interviewed by 61 reporters. The headlines were very pleasing eg. 'DANGEROUS DOGNAPPER DEFIES FOX HUNTING BAN ON A WELL KNOWN HILL'.
I loped up the hill and watched as THE SOXON BRIGADE removed the agressor from the hill. Being animal lovers, they left this lovely dog with me.
MY HILL and MY DOG
Have you seen what Inca and Tess have dumped in the skip today? A useless therapist and a nameless psychiatrist.
I can't live close to that. I am vacating the hill right now, and sending Balloo to the safety of the Tesses' home.
Good now the dogs have gone it's safe for me to return to the hill.
I can't find where my hole is as it's dark and I've forgotten my torch
Found it by falling into it
Now to put the kettle on for a cuppa and then settle down for a good sleep. It's so good to be home
So once again I'm pleased to be able to announce that
So old foxy is up to the old tricks by telling you that it is Foxy's hill and that Foxy is going to hold the forum Christmas party there.
The truth is it is my hill and I have opened it for the forum Christmas party - and everyone is invited. And in the spirit of goodwill I have allowed old Foxy to make the arragements and host the party. Mind you, I have done that on condition that the smelly hole Foxy sleeps in is cleaned out and filled in.
So, it's my hill and if anyone doubts it then just try to get me out!
Nimrod
Lord of Nimrod Hill
So old foxy is up to the old tricks by telling you that it is Foxy's hill and that Foxy is going to hold the forum Christmas party there.Hang on a cotton picking minute, don't blame me I'm not the guilty party and less of the old if you don't mind
Mind you, I have done that on condition that the smelly hole Foxy sleeps in is cleaned out and filled in.Leave my hole alone it doesn't smell, it's spotlessly clean and it's now got a door on it so you can't get into it
After a cold winter of old Foxy being stuck in the hole it decidedly ponged and was a menace downwind so I printed a "special offer" coupon saying that the local cleaning company was doing cut price spring cleaning offer and put a copy in the hole. Old foxy, on seeing this rushed off to the cleaners to take up the offer only to find out it was a trick. But while old foxy was away I got my team in to clean out the hole and to fill it in while the new security guard stopped the fox from coming back on to my hill.
So, indesputably it's my hill.
Nimrod,
Lord of Nimrod Hill
Oh Really!?
I lent one of my book of jokes to the security guard whose loud guffaws brought you running down the to join the fun and add to your joke collection. You were laughing so much you didn't even notice me sauntering up the hill.
My Hill-Lady Lena
I can't manage to stay on the hill as there's no loo nearby, three times I've tried to get up the hill to kick Lena off and each time I've had to race back down the hill to the loo - just ain't fair
Lena was lonely yesterday evening and so went down the hill to find someone to talk to. She found Nimrod in deep discussion with the security guard as Nimrod wanted to know why the security guard hadn't evicted Lena from the hill (the guard had been instructed by Nimrod to keep everyone off the hill). Whilst they were all debating the rights and wrongs I was able to walk back up the hill and investigate as to what had happened to my hole.
Nimrod you really should be more careful as to who you employ, your team didn't bother to fill in my hole, instead just closed the door and covered it in turf. Once I'd removed the turf I was able to access my hole. They hadn't even cleared it out or cleaned it (not that it needed cleaning as it's kept spotless by yours truly
) and so my property was safe and untouched by others.
By the way my hole does not pong (I would have you know that I am house trained
) I just can't resist a freebie what ever it's for. And please, not so much of the old it offends my inner child
So folks, So once again I'm pleased to be able to announce that
It rained on the hill and your hole filled with water so you had to go and buy a bucket to empty the water. While you were away I ran up the hill and closed your hole so now it is My Hill
The local environmental health officers went to the hill to investigate a bad smell that had been reported to them. It seems that you, Scarpia, had inadvertently opened your avatar jar and let the smell out. But while you were discussing this with them I went up the hill and reclaimed it as mine.
My Hill
Nimrod,
Lord of Nimrod Hill
Unfortunately Nimrod found the smell too overpowering and had to leave but Wannabe has very kindly loaned me his Flash Febrese spray and so I have thoroughly sprayed the hole which should keep foxy away for a while and taken up residence myself.
My Hill
I wondered what the stench was
- I can't stand the smell of febrese - do you have another spray Tess that you could use once the febrese smell has gone?
The febreses (whatever that is) got rid of the fox and the dog of Tess so Tes went looking for it. Wile Tess was away I went to the hill with friends for a party and made it smell of cigaretts and whiskey so now it is my old hill and is in my name - Monte Velho, which translatd in to English means Old Hill, so it is my own hill.
Whilst you were down at the pub collecting more supplies for your party I crept back up the hill and into my hole. Gee what were you all doing at your party? It looks as if a bomb's gone off in here and smells as if something's crawled into this hole and died
Thank heavens someone left the febreze. I've spent most of the afternoon clearing up the mess and I've changed the lock on the door so you can't get back in. But thanks for installing cable tv. I can now sit down with a well earned scotch - you missed an unopened bottle lads! And one of you was even kind enough to leave their Xbox as a gift for me. Cheers!
So folks, So once again I'm pleased to be able to announce that
Oh Foxy, what have you done? That bottle of scotch was not scotch at all but something else that is the same colour! And you drank some!
Well it won't be long before you are feeling ill and have to go the the pharmacy to get some medicine and as soon as you go I will be back up the hill to get it back, so don't bother returning to the hill - My Hill.
Nimrod,
Lord of Nimrod Hill
I started to go up the hill and noticed Nimrod just standing there looking at the stars in the sky. My dad thinks I do a good impression of a bear so I started to make bear sounds.
After two seconds Nimrod ran down the hill so scared.
This time it is bear grams hill. Grrrrrr
My Hill
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