More Week Two!

Tuesday 11th October


Howdy folks, due to popular demand I will be discussing Bertha and her "problems" in more detail tonight, ok technically only one person asked, but hell that is enough for me!


Seriously though loving this blogging, it's literally ALL ABOUT ME!!! Well me and Mr H, but generally all about me, as an only child I'm in clover :)


So Bertha, you will all be pleased to know, is back on the road, well not literally "on the road" or else she would have been squished by now, but you get what I mean.   Mr. H took her back to her first home and quietly asked so as not to hurt her feelings if we could swap her for another, "NON" was the reply, like they were afraid they would hurt her feelings?!   So Mr. H tried another tack and asked in his amazing French vocab if the chap he was speaking to spoke English, again "NON" was the reply.    Slightly bemused as to where to take the conversation Mr. H thought fuck it (sorry mum & mum 2) and launching into speaking English.   "Can you exchange this, it broke on the way home from buying it?"  "Have you got your receipt mate" the French dude replied.


So my friends the first lesson of that day was, don't try and fit in with your surroundings and speak the lingo as they really aren't interested!


Anyhooo, the end result was Bertha wasn't "swapped" for a new baby, but fixed and returned home triumphant, I am sure she smirked at me as Mr. H wheeled her in!


So back on to today, after the excitement of the past days, not much has occurred other than Mr. H pointedly asking me not to go in to some of the downloaded files on his computer *wink, wink*, to be honest after his lonely time in Dam, the mind boggles so I think it's best not to!


Said I wouldn't talk about work and I wont BUT needless to say after today, I have spent the best part of the last two hours chewing Mr. H's ears off, slurping red wine and smoking ( really sorry mum & mum 2).   


I feel better not sure about the wreck that was Mr. H, think he is beginning to regret returning from Dam, the Skype conversations were so much easier for him to handle.   You gotta hand it to the guy he puts up with some shit!


Mr. H has his first success, work wise, so yup, (dont really need to tell you, do I?) we called for wine on the way home to "celebrate"....before you all think our status in life has changed due to the amount of money spent on wine etc, its the equivalent of £2.00!


Actually thinking maybe I need to change the name of the blog from Grumpus Guide to Switzerland, to the Alcoholics Guide to Switzerland.... all comments welcome, well actually they're not but Mr. H said, I should say it!


So now sat working my way towards being puddled, eating the WORST take on twiglets ever (and lets face it who thought you could get worse) "sticks-Sales" in French in case you give a shit, as I can not be arsed to cook and looking forward to making Mr. H watch what he will class as "utter shite" because I can!!!


Au revoir my devoted lovelies, hugs and kisses 


Grumpus & Mr. H