…. starting to feel much better. I can tell I am getting well coz I have recommenced the battle of Sandy versus Les Meeses. I saw the meeses yesterday – there were two. I was quite annoyed. I thought my previous tactics had made them go away. There they were prancing around having a laugh! Cheeky meeses.
… sick. No work for me today. Just powerful painkillers and clutching of head and whimpering “It hurts“. Even using the computer makes it hurt. I am going away now to curl up and die.
…. terrible, terrible. Strange and bizarre visualisations. Very alarming. Possible due to:
- sniffing chlorine gas
- watching a film about the Stasi
- watching people take LSD (on the TV I hasten to add)
- listening to The Velvet Underground
“Gas! GAS! Quick boys“, said the mice in the cupboard under stairs as Sandy’s toxic mixture of Domestos (millions of germs mice will die or a least get a nice burn on their noses) and other household cleaners caused a build-up of toxic fumes (chlorine gas!). So, children, what can we learn from this ? Don’t mix bleach and ammonia. OK! Clearly, Sandy was snogging the boys while that lesson was being taught.
…. in the battle of Sandy versus the Mouse, I have laid my first line of defence. I don’t like to use mouse traps – too bloody and the humane ones just mean I have to drag the mouse out to the countryside to get rid of it. I prefer chemical weapons. I have laid a line of bleach soaked rags in the place where I think the mouse is coming in. So it’ll get a sore nose is if it tries to return to our cupboard. It worked last time we had a mouse (about 15 years ago). Hope it works again coz it’s tiring standing on the couch and squealing.
…. there’s a mouse in our house!
Sorry I can’t type any more coz I’m standing on the sofa (a la Tom & Jerry) balancing this laptop as I type.
“Tttthhhhoooommmmmasssss!“
…. a foot ?
Barely awake foot
Naked, yet washed foot
Clothed foot. The Foot of Champions
Breakfast foot. Yum.
Foot with boot ….
Foot tae work
… did I mention the Saab convertible before ? Oh I didn’t ? Well I had one – just for three days. It was gorgeous and so was I as I drove with Le Chef through Perthshire and the south Lothians countryside. We were all wind swept and gorgeously gorgeous and frozen to the marrow with the roof down, scoffing cannoli as you do a la Godfather or was it a la Sopranos ?
… my bicycle got a flatty. Clearly out in sympathy with Hotboy’s slow flatty. I hate repairing punctures especially on the back wheel. It’s so grubby and dirty. Hmmm … maybe I’ll just take the bike to those nice men at the bike shop.
I asked T the speed boy if kevlar tyres would stop punkchurs. He growled You’ll never get the aff the wheel. So, kevlar’s nae the solyushun tae ra punkchurs. Oh well pass the swarfega.
… you know the best thing about cycling across America & Canada? The planning. It’s great! I lie awake at night thinking about my route, what I’ll eat, the lovely folks I’ll meet, finishing. Never does it ever cross my mind to actually get on my bicycle and practice. (I do go on my bike but that’s just to go to work or the allotment). So, I have decided to plan an initial training route. Boundaries for said training route are:
- it must be nearby (if my training route is in the Highlands I will never ever train)
- it must have an uphill bitty (apparently there are hills in America and Canada e.g. The Rocky mountains)
- it mustn’t be too long, otherwise there will be crying
- and it must have potential for being looped over and over again
So, I have chosen “its volcanic pluginess” Arthur’s Seat. Look at the lovely 10km loop I plan to do it one day …. maybe after I finish cycling across North America.