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Eccentric

A couple of guys at work have mentioned it, and one or two of my blog friend too. Hubby who is Canadian (someone has to be) always says that eccentric is just a word to describe a crazy person with money. Well I only fit 50% of that description. Although I did find 2 pence today. I was trying not to tread in dog poop at the time. So maybe the money is coming.

So I looked it up, and this is the dictionary explanation.

deviating from the recognized or customary character, practice, etc.; irregular; erratic; peculiar; odd:

Ooh I said to Hubby. "Do you think I'm a mad old bat?". He thought for a minute and smiled. "Yeah, he said but you're MY mad old bat". Aint love grand.............................

Well, it must be a slow news day in our part of the universe. I just past an advertising Sandwich board for our local newspaper and the headline was "Mum to Be in Gas Leak Drama"

Well Kudo's to her, that's what I say. Imagine the scene when the off spring is born and she says to it "come here darling, while I tell you the story of how Mummy farted and made the front page"

It's something we all should aspire to. Pass the beans................

Regular readers to my little pile of cr*p, I mean me blog will remember that I get loads of spam for the most bizarre stuff. Latterly a great many offers for Viagra and something called the Penis Patch (I daren't ask!!).

Because I like to get emails, I am often fooled into opening these mails by the sheer ordinariness of the persons name. For instance the title might be Hello! from Helen Shaw, and gullible little me will think! Ooh didn't I used to work with a Helen Shaw once? So I click on it and lo and behold EXTEND YOUR PARTNERS........... You know the rest.

But this morning, amongst the list in the inbox was the following. "Greetings from Fannie Ponce". WHAT? I nearly fell off my chair laughing. I didn't open it. But I'm tellin ya, Hubby and I have just spend the last hour in high amusement trying to decide weather I should change my name to Fannie Ponce, or wether we should have it as a name for the house!!

I favour it for myself. Cause I am selfish. ME ME ME.

So do tell me. What daft or bizarre names have you encountered. I'm still looking for a name for my ancestoral pile (no not hubby) the house.

The favourite at the moment is Futtocks Bottom. I can see the envelopes now. Fannie Pounce, Futtocks Bottom. If I can move to Lower Piddle then all the better.

Have a good one.

Yours truly. Fannie........................