I have always been a great fan of formula 1 racing and this year, while not gettting to the track at Albert Park in Melbourne, I had every intention of watching it on TV if I could get a channel now that I’m living a bit further out of the CBD.
After much channel surfing and re-tuning I managed to get a country channel. Not the best mind you and with lots of interference but watchable for a desperate F1 tragic like myself. As long as I sat at one end of the couch with my legs curled up the reception was ok.
All was good and the V8″s were out on their final race for the weekend, I was enjoying a dark ale from Loch Brewery that I had purchased earlier in the day and then Miss Maggie walked in ! …. The screen tessellated and coughed and spluttered …”sit down Mags” I cried in desperation as she slowly walked about the room looking for heaven knows what. Finally she settled and the so did the screen, the race was exciting, the race leader blew a tyre and opened up the race. Maggie slept until the final 2 laps, another tyre was blown by a race leader and it was on, but Maggie woke, stood up and had a nice long stretch, nnnnoooooooo!!!!!!, first the front legs..ahhhhhhhhh, “sit down” !!!!! then the back legs..mmmmmmm….”Maggie SIT !!!!!……good girl… ” the screen tessellated and coughed and spluttered..”no not that way…turn around …..” .”And the race leader is now cofnsjhasyfhawef>”” ..MAGGIE MOVE…She lay down and looked at me thumping her tail on the floor where she lay. I started laughing, the tail thumped even faster and I just couldn’t fail to see the hilarity of the situation and couldn’t stop laughing. The more I laughed the more Maggie thumped her tail and the more she thumped her tail the worse the TV picture got.
Who won the race? I can’t remember I was laughing too much…
Stay Posted. Love L