The trouble with Online skill games that they are a big time waster. I mean there are not a lot of activities where you can spend five hours online and it only seems like five minutes have gone by. Then the jobs you had piled up to do today, will have to be done on another occasion, or if your wife (her that is ever so demanding) requires you to do these jobs while she is away visiting her sister, the one who has just gone through a messy break up with her ever so loyal boyfriend. The one who was taken back with his tail between his legs, about two years ago, for doing exactly the same thing as he has done now, and that is get caught, if you know what I mean. Enough said.

 

Anyway a blind panic sets in when you suddenly realise that you have all of thirty minutes too clear up your DIY disaster that you started with such gusto about three years ago and didn’t quite manage to get all the right bolts, in all the right holes. And any way you have two screws still left over, or do they always give you more than you really need? just in case. Surely I would have thought that wouldn’t be cost effective, would it?

Twenty five minutes left! Switch off the computer, that’s what I’ll do. At least then it can’t call to me “come on you have just got time for another game.”Isn’t it funny what goes through your head, least when you want it to.

Twenty three minutes now come on think man get practical, or else you know what it is going to be like, you in one corner of the room, her over the other side and between you a sheet of ice, that only her mother could go near, and not feel its chill. And your boxer dog puppy. The one you bought for the family as a loving gift for your Wedding Anniversary, because a friend of a friend who you met down the pub one night tells you of “how good they are to keep” and anyway its your anniversary tomorrow and still no idea of a prezzey. Is in the kitchen wear he has been for the last week, ever since we’ve had him. Couring in the corner, either he’s sulking because of his dumb luck to have such a dysfunctional family choose him, or he is just plane scared of the world. I’m not sure which, anyway he’s only left one hell of a mess in the middle of the floor shan’t go into detail, but oh no! he could not have left a discreet deposit under the table, oh no! not my dog, he has to leave his calling card where everybody and the Vicar can see it. Still I must clean it up and I still have to make dinner.

She won’t want beans on toast after the emotionally charged day she has had, both sobbing uncontrolably into there tissues. I can see it now.

At last I have an idea, “ hooray” my brain is not entirely addled by playing to many games, but make sure you don’t tell the kids that. We still have ten minutes left. So I will go and get us a takeaway down the chippy and take Rex the wonder dog with me for a much needed constitutional. Although it’s probably much too late for him, seeing as he left most of what he had in the middle of the kitchen floor.

 

At least one good thing came from all of this, while I was playing all those online skill games with a dedicated brilliant games console, with it’s own online messenger, it is called Uvme (You versus me). I was getting pay’d to do just that.

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