A mystery...

There was a parcel sitting on the doorstep awaiting my return from work this afternoon. A flat corrugated cardboard box, about an inch (see, I still think in Imperial, shows I'm old enough to be a Crone) thick and about 10 square.

"Curious," I thought.

I carried it into the kitchen and put it on the table, mentally running through a list all the things I was expecting through the post. Nothing matched these dimensions.

Hmm... had SP and the PLD sent me a letterbomb? 

I thought not. On examining the label I descried the word "Thorntons".

This looked promising!

It lived up to that description. And more. Inside was a beautiful box of Thorntons choccies.

I looked in vain for a clue as to where they'd come from but there was nothing.

So whoever you are, THANK YOU. It was a wonderful surprise and a boost to the spirits.

Now all I have to do is work out where they came from! And eat them of course!
16.10.07 18:44


Interesting...

According to this quiz I'm a type of Pagan I've never even heard of!!


 

What kind of Pagan are you?
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You scored as Zoroastrian Pagan

The Zoroastrian Pagan is a rare breed who follows the teachings of Zoroaster, the religious reformer. He believed that there were no gods, and it was naive to put faith in them and give them names. What one should focus on is merely serving one side of the cosmic duality; work on good or light deeds, and the world would become more good or light. Pagans of this variety are rare, but often feel like they get more done without the hassle and clutter of pantheons and gods. They're smart, analytical, and occationally cynical.

Zoroastrian Pagan

 
95%

Egyptian Pantheonic Pagan

 
85%

Ecclectic Pagan

 
80%

Roman Pantheonic Pagan

 
70%

Greek Pantheonic Pagan

 
65%

Eastern Pagan

 
60%

Shamanic Pagan

 
45%

Celtic Pantheonic Pagan

 
40%

Sumerian, Babylonian, and Mesopotamian Pagans

 
35%

Kabbalistic Pagan

 
30%

Catholic (Pagan?)

 
25%

Norse Pantheonic Pagan (Asatru)

 
5%
14.10.07 20:46


Catch Up...

Yes, I know I've been quiet lately. Its been one of those periods (no pun intended) when most of things that have been happening have been 'internal' - i.e. either whizzing around my skull or happening deep in my reproductive system. So none of this has been much fun to experience and certainly not exciting to blog about. I didn't want this blog to degenerate into an 'all men are bastards and M is the worst' or a 'the evils of perfidious friends' rant so I thought the best move was to say nothing. In public, anyway. Thanks to all who listened to me rant in private. You know who you are!

Well, him and her are now an item. Bearing in mind that this is a small village and word gets round its only a matter of time before they meet up with TSO and his new woman in the pub and TSO tells M about the blog. Those that were with me in my previous incarnation may recall that he (TSO) did a web search on my online name, found the blog, and then subjected me to a barrage of abuse that lasted six months. I don't really think that M is like that but then I don't want him reading my personal thoughts either. So I'm undergoing a springclean of the blog and deleting or editing old records that refer to him so that I can ensure that I can continue to write and not be found out. Its quite cathartic actually, a way of getting him (and her - and its her words and actions that have hurt the most) out of my mind and moving on and that can only be a good thing.

Easier said than done though - her house is slap bang in the middle of the view from my flat and I pass it every time I walk the dog.

On the health front things have continued to be pretty rough and I'm on the waiting list for a hysterectomy which will probably be performed either just before Yule or in January. Its a major undertaking but I can't wait to get it over and done with. I'm busily preparing the flat with firewood enough to keep it cosy for months, organised a log-fetching rota, am buying in enough food for me and the animals to withstand a siege and mustering the troops to help out with other tasks (notably dog walking). With a little (OK, at times a lot) of help from my (good) friends I'll manage.

But even with the internet, piles of books, videos and DVDs I suspect I'm going to get stircrazy...

Other than that life has chugged on as normal. I'm back at university on my final module before graduating, am busily making knitwear to supply my customers, and working away at both jobs. After recent upsets life is on the up.

And the sooner I don't have this damn pain or those hormones whizzing round my system and upsetting my equilibrium the better.

13.10.07 11:27


Caption Contest

We had a recent Ministerial visit at work. All the great and the good were rounded up, fed and watered, while our man from the government unveiled what can loosely be called a sculpture. Many of those assembled were less than impressed by it.

After the unveiling was over the obligatory press photographs were taken. The shot below was circulated by email as a caption contest. The winner was the following:

 

"Having excreted the largest jobbie in living history the Minister was too exhausted to get off the pan."

One of mine. Don't I have a way with words?! 
13.10.07 11:06


the clear winner!

Well, I had various suggestions of how to respond to the PLD's communications. But the award for the best must surely go to Mishmish:

"Buy the stove, chop the wood, and then cut your own dick off in front of me to get some insight into the pain you and the Whore of Babylon have caused me ..."

A classic. And the gin helped too.

Cheers, Mish! 
1.9.07 19:04


a competition...

I have just received the following text from the PLD. I haven’t replied yet, I wanted to give him time to stew before I did so and also wanted to consider my response carefully.

'I HAVE FOUND AND SENT YOUR DOOR KEY. CAN I CUT THOSE LOGS AND BUY THAT WOODBURNING STOVE FOR YOU AND NO HARD FEELINGS?’

Bloody nerve!!

Several alternative replies spring to mind:

"Thanks for the key. Fuck off.”

“Thanks for the key. I don’t want your charity and think your implication that my feelings can be bought is very insulting. Fuck off”

“Thanks for the key. Yes, come around anytime and cut my logs. That woodburning stove would be much appreciated.” And THEN I’d tell him to fuck off!

Suggestions welcomed. I'll publish the best of them.

 
15.8.07 22:06


lodgers

Being 'Mum' to three cats and a collie is an expensive business. There's food and treats to pay for at the best of times. But then other expenses crop up from time to time.

Like vet bills.

The Hound had been socialising with others of his kind at a recent Pagan Camp and had been given a wee pressie by one of them. Lots of wee pressies in fact. Ones that jump a lot. From Hound to Feline. And then reproduce.

I'd spotted this fairly early on and sprayed the family with what I hoped was a suitable concoction of gunk I bought from the local supermarket. But I'd been having a busy week with evening meetings every night as well as being out of the house during the day so by the time I noticed it hadn't worked the Hound had been scratching so furiously that he had bald patches on his flank and tail.

Drastic action was called for. I called into the vets for a Buster Collar to prevent him getting at the sore parts and while I was at it got a pile of 'round-up' for everyone, spray to debug the house and a flea comb.

The collar got pressed into service as soon as I got home that night. The following day The Hound got dunked in the bath, treated to an extra-strong dose of anti-whiff and bug shampoo, and then, once dry, got subjected to the indignity of being defleaed. The Felines looked on in amusement until, one by one, they got nabbed too. They then made themselves scarce as the bed, the bedding, the pillows, every rug, chair, cushion and other soft furnishing in the flat got beaten, hoovered, shampooed. After a day's work I now have what I hope is a flea-free zone.

It'd better be. That little lot from the vet knocked me back about £45!
11.8.07 13:21


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