Not got an LJ Account? Sign up! It's easy!
You wont find me on Facebook now because it is unsafe, insecure and lacks any type of privacy.
Follow my blog with Bloglovin
Recently I have been bothering the local shaman with complicated biological conditions linked to me being rotund and boardering on the mid-late middle age bracket.
Aside from issuing me with the usual jar of leeches and twigs of rowan or lectures on the incompatibility of DOING ANYTHING FUN on the human soul and condition they reluctantly recently sent me away with one of those new fangled ultrasound thingies (to make sure I'm not pregnant) and asked me to go and have my humours tested.
The ultrasound — a worrying experience where they asked during the scan if I'd had anything removed abdominally — revealed that I wasn't pregnant and I was also able to confirm that I hadn't recently visited any derelicts or colonies on LV-426.
The shaman, unable to find any bile or water analysis services locally, directed me to the blood extractors who, on Thursday, took a Hancockian armful of blood and made an appointment for further discussion on the various ethers and vapours that may be affecting my wellbeing both corporeally and spiritually.
And that, I was hoping, would have been the end of it....
Then the phone rang. Well I say then. Following a day at work, a hearty dinner consisting of home made stirfry and a nightly catch up with Patrick Troughton era Doctor Who, the phone rang.( Collapse )
Most of the filming of this video (the watery lake scenes) were filmed on this day in 2015.
Mrs Mop was a lovely little cat. Rescued, she joined the Mrs Gnomepants V1.0 menagerie as company for Yoda while Mrs Gnomepants V1.0 was at work - Yoda's loneliness having been called out by our neighbour who didn't go to work during the day.
Her origins were unknown but, because of her skittish nature, it was assumed that she had lived somewhere where she constantly needed to be on her toes. Yoda just wanted to play the age old cat game of Bite Your Bum and would often chase her around the house. But her mischeivious nature often meant she encouraged Yoda to get into trouble and could pass off the "I'm innocent" look like the best of them.
Like Misty, Mrs Mop's favourite thing was sleeping on the bed and obtaining cuddles by appointment only. Often opting for the full belly tickle and playful lick. Indeed, such was her personality she coined the household phrase of "Lick both knees" which she would do to show she was happy with her situation.
She outlived Yoda by a couple of years, spending her last days sitting outside in the sun and enjoying the relative calm and peace of the mid-terrace in Ackworth she moved to when Mrs Gnomepants V1.0 lived after we split up.
Such a lovely loving kitty.
Today's picture is of Binwids once more. This time from when I took her to Aberdaron in 2013. If you look closely you can probably make me out in the drivers seat.
This part of Wales, in fact this view, is one of my most favourite views. Its lovely to wake up, open your tent flaps and see the view down to the sea. The sound of seagulls in the distance and the bleating of lambs and ewes in the neighbouring fields.
I later submitted this photo for inclusion on a website called "Someone Once Told Me" together with the slogan If you have a car you'll never have any money [http://www.someoneoncetoldme.com/gallery/05062013] . It's still there.