I have a new, unique, never-to-be-repeated* excuse for not having written my next blog post in a timely** fashion.  I have had conversations with more than one live human being*** per day for the last fortnight-plus.  This does not happen.  After the first few days my tongue gets chapped.  My brain wrings its hands.  My Converse High Tops start tap ( Read more... )

One of the friends I told the Blighter & Bounder story to went home & told her husband, & he went to a friend of his who knows someone who works at Blighter & Bounder & the friend said judiciously,  Hmm, yes, they aren’t good with women.

SO I GUESS MAYBE.

Although it is reassuring to have an outside source-especially a Scots male outside source- ( Read more... )

Last night I had three sweet potatoes for supper.*  Eh?  I have a thing for sweet potatoes** & I eat a lot of them, but the theory is that I cut up a panful***, & this lasts me two or three days depending on what else is on my exotic & action-packed menu.†  However.  I am often working while I eat††, especially in the evening when the sweet ( Read more... )

Well I’ve finally turned the central heating on.*  It’s down in the low 40s** out there, & it was fifty freaking three in my bedroom***, & I’m a middle-class first-world little old lady, & 53 degrees† F is too cold for the room I get dressed in.††  It had slowly sunk down to 65/18 in here, the room with the Aga in it, & 65 despite Aga enhancement ( Read more... )

This one is called Reading Reader Mail.

. . . So the ME is still bashing me around some,* speaking of continuing series, although I hope most of the other series aren’t boring.   Also there’s an unnecessarily large amount of extraneous rubbish falling across my personal landscape that I can’t quite think how to turn into an exciting blog post or ( Read more... )

. . . THIS IS NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIND.

The day after I wrote the previous post, including telling my life to make a note that I wanted blog material*, Genghis & I were walking, or rather plunging & careering, across Strathspey** Park.  I think I had done my usual cack-handed version of posting, which is to say it went up at least a day late, while I ( Read more... )

. . . & STINKEROONEY WEEK CONTINUES.  I CAN’T DOODAH DOODAH WHATSIT DOODAH BELIEVE I FORGOT TO POST THIS LAST NIGHT [FIND THE APPROPRIATE FOOTNOTE ※ AT THE VERY BOTTOM OF THIS BLOG, OKAY?  IF I TRY & ADJUST ALL THE FOOTNOTE SYMBOLS SO THAT THIS ONE COMES FIRST WITH THE USUAL SINGLE ASTERISK, I WON’T GET THIS POSTED TONIGHT EITHER] BUT BE AWARE THAT ( Read more... )

Another hilarity-inducing email a few days ago:  How many houseplants do you have?  Do they all have names?

1.  Lots.

2.  NO.

To begin with, it depends on how you count.  I have gazillions of geraniums, & most of them root so easily that if you want the bits you cut off not to root, you’d better bury them in the compost heap immediately.  But when ( Read more... )

I received an adorable* email a day or three ago, telling me that the obvious answer to seagulls is to import a few griffins.  :: falls down laughing ::  OF COURSE.  WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT.**

Thank you, all of you who have written to say they’re glad to see this blog again.***  One of the questions that keeps coming up is whether there will be ( Read more... )

As luck or the irony of the universe would have it, the day after I posted my last, a friend gave me a clipping* from THE TIMES** that he thought I might be interested in, he being somewhat acquainted with Genghis.***  The headline reads:  MY RESCUE DOG IS A SNARLING HELLHOUND.†  I’d give you a link, but it’s behind a paywall.††  If you want to try ( Read more... )