Tuesday Calm

WAS MESSED AROUND for several hours today by "da man" who had no "man" to come deliver his precious wares. Meanwhile a famous shoplifter known to me (well, okay, the guy's about as "famous" or well-known as shoplifters ever get in their local manor); he and his mate (the young companion is actually public school (which means "private school" here) and very posh) - they came to my place to get out of the cold and left me with rather a welcome "free gift" prezzie. In the end, after TOO MANY minutes, rolling into hours of awaiting MY man, (possibly 3 hours, not that I was really counting, coz I was busy in that time) I gave up and rang someone else - and had the treasured stuff in my hand within 15 minutes...

Tonight's tea was cod in parsley sauce on a bed of mixed-multigrain tagliatelle with carefully Gledwooded brocolli florets all a-sprinkled with Jarlsberg Norwegian holey cheese plus "Italian hard cheese": J Sainsbury's equivalent of Parmesan. All this with a beautiful snowball that has me dizzying right to this moment...

This typeface was indeed lifted from a 1910 periodical (and we must pronounce "nineteen hundred and ten", for full "period" ambience):- just look at the faded esezz...

I'm still regaining my equilibrium a little, cyberwise, after a cyberpergatorial weekend. Got so over-the-top severely wound up re simply dumping my old blog into a new one here (as I know I did intimate at the time)... (don't ask quite WHY I set my heart on achieving this, the reasons are obscured in the mists of my own irrationality...) - I did at the time resoluve, I remember this, to carry on blogging using a different company, put all of what had been said in the new one and simply continue from there. Only GOOGLE would not let me. They saw my excessive "dumping" as signs of all being unwell and took to DEMANDING not ONLY that I interpret words from Old Church Slavonic (I never CAN key them in right, with all that bouquet bracken, barbed wire, branches and split telegraph poles behind the chmizldeffosynssness... surely I'm not the ONLY one...)

... I fastidiously achieve all this... only THEN for a renewed demand to log in (I obviously already HAD been logged in merely to get to this point) and my username and password to be rejected. Ie after transferring 50 a day, this same company that assured me I could post 999 times in a week and keep it all on one page, was not letting me get away with a mere 51!! There's very little left to say about this, save by swearing, and I'm sticking to my (self-imposed) no bad language ruling however much this might pain me. Blogspot is a lot better than my old "home". So much QUICKER just for one thing... ANYhow...

Chinese mouse: He sleeps daily onwards as he always does. Last "PING!!" he made outta my sleeve (while I slept):- rather than perform Furry Scalectrix on my massive Turkicesque rug;- he snuck off! And made a "woodland berries" nest beneath my Adidas top! Looking so cute, with beady eyes peering out of his woodland laundry bedroom:- I hated even to move him.

(It's like when Panda-Ball, my humungous tubby pensioner Syrian, the one that lived till nearly FOUR (that's a long-long time in hammy years, believe) packed up his bed in his pouches (imagine that! Being able to stuff a double-mattress and quilt plus sundry pillows and sheeting in your MOUTH-!!- & run across the room like that-!!) Did all this on his nightly run-arounds (I always used to let the Panda-Ball go rambling, he got fractious with me if I didn't...).

Anyway, said vigorous hamster found self a place he liked more than his cracked old aquarium -- behind my chest of drawers. Begged to be let back in his tank to gather yet MORE nesting jazz... repeated procedure to my amused amazement...:-THEN I realized what was happening, the little swine was set on moving house. And kept pawing at the glass when I removed him back "home", imploring at me "let me out, I really DO want to live behind your undies drawer, honest. & I promise I won't cause you no bother, man. Serious! (Oh, and be a mate, will yer, and leave me rat wheel out...? Just to the right of that telephone socket would do it... Aww..- Fanks, you're a mate!...") & I'll behave me self an' all. Honest, boss I will! Why d'you keep lookin' at me like that??"

Because, Panda-Ball, thousands wouldn't; but I believe you.... Like you're not going to NIBBLE dem wires sprouting from said telephone socket... oh yes!..

Poor hammy was GUTTED when he got delivered permanently back into "4 walls of glass" container. Well. Let's face it:- only the very worst human non-death-penalty murderers get sentanced to spend their entire rest of their lives behind walls of glass... And yet tropical fish and degus and hamsters are expected just to put up with it...)

... a-HEM-!! Wasn't THAT a bit of a tangent!!?

But I'm off to get some Jaffa Cakes, so I'll see yers later. Bye for now...