Rebecka Pics (3)

[Ian]

You never know when it might happen.

[fish]

An inducement seems required?

[Ian]

That'd do it.

[fish]

Computers are our friends, they're here to help us.
Computers are our friends, they're here to help us.
Computers are our friends, they're here to help us.

I seem to have been locked out of my own Instagrim account.
My tech bloke is calling round to see me tomorrow so hopefully he can kick it in the arse and make it all nice again.
Until then I haven't got access to people I follow and can't see any new pics.

Hope to have stuff to post soon.

[Ian]

Ah, I wondered where you'd got to. Technology, of course.

[fish]

...I seem to have been locked out of my own Instagrim account...

Hacked apparently, according to my tech guy.

What are you laughing at Bex?

[Ian]

What the hell kind of security are you using, fishy?

[fish]

What the hell kind of security are you using, fishy?

I have confidence that no matter how good the security, if someone wants in, they'll find a way of getting in.


WTF Fish?
You know I have the barbed-wire whip to help you with things like that.

[Ian]

You seem to have the worst luck though!

[fish]

You seem to have the worst luck though!

So there I was last night, middle of the night, when I heard this strange noise on my roof.
I looked outside into the yard and saw this water falling out of the sky.
Don't remember ever seeing that before.
Driest state in the driest inhabited continent and all that, but there it was.
Twelve whole millimeters of rain.
Shut me up and tell me I live in a swamp.

Bex: "So there was this light drizzle, hardly enough to be called rain, and Fish goes off dancing around his backyard.
Well, I'm not putting up with that so I bailed on him and came here to see you lot."

[Ian]

I don't blame her.

It rained here today too. A bit. After I'd spent 50 minutes watering the ^$^$#^#^ garden, of course.

[fish]

I don't blame her...

It's all Bex's fault.
I've only just realised I haven't posted anything today because she forgot to remind me.
Bex: "Sorry Fish."

[Ian]

Tsk tsk, Bex. What do we pay you for?

[fish]

...What do we pay you for?..

You're paying her too?
Don't let on that you know or she might start playing us off against each other.

[Ian]

Harsh.