ONLY LAST NIGHT WAS VINCENT (Nicole's boyf) congratulating me on my new front door lock. Only last night did I return to find said lock unresponsive to my keys. At first it wouldn't budge at all. I banged it (hard). Next it turned round and round without engaging any "levers". So I had to stand facing the street, wait till passing noseyparkers had walked on and bash it in with my backside. Once, twice, once again and - presto!- in I walked. Because it had been secured by rawplugs and not new screws ... well it wasn't "secured" at all ... (The reason it wasn't working when I got to it, btw, was that it had already been forced!) By the time I came down this afternoon said lock was hanging askew to its proper place like a percentage sign. Or Jack Duckworth's* glasses. (What am I saying? My own "reading" glasses, that I'm blind as a bat without, can look like a percentage sign on bad days. One day I'm scared they will bread in half - oops, break - from all the "repositioning" ...)
*Who is Jack Duckworth? Anyone in Britain or Canada should know Jack Duckworth. Long-suffering husband of vulgar Vera, who eventually, for a brief while (though I don't recall how) got to be landlord of their local boozing house The Rover's Return. Coronation Street. A soap set in Weatherfield, a fictitious suburb of Manchester that I never intend to watch but still, somehow, always have at least the vaguest idea of what's going on there ...
L-Dopa: isn't that what they used to cure "sleeping sickness" in that film Awakenings? Think I need that. After sleeping all night, I briefly awoke. Imbibed milkshake and chocolate biscuits (munchies) - took medication, which I always do - then slept all day till past four o'clock. What on earth is wrong with me? Some asymptomatic illness? What's that? What's that faint voice I hear calling me? Dizziness?- are you saying? O! Laziness?!
Get away with yer!
I'm well pleased with my huge new kitchen clock, if I do say so myself. I've always wanted a Big Ben-style landmark here, something to proclaim true understated good taste to the world. And now I have it. Though Vincent last night pointed out I do actually have a clock (if you've good enough eyes to spot it) in the very bottom right corner of the screen in the black sub-bar ...
Toccata and Debs both remarked on being too cautious to add much to their bars having seen html disasters. I had one of those at my old blog company. All I wanted was to install a meter to at least count visitors (I had literally no idea how many people were dropping through - had a feeling maybe 40 or more a day were calling but not commenting. But I really didn't know. (Thankfully I was cautious enough to open a "dummy blog" before transferring anything to it.) Just drop the html in the editor! I was advised by many people! So I did! And said blog turned from a lovely blue swimmingpool-like space to a white page with a hit meter at the top. It was so disabled that I could not even log in to remove said html. Now that is a disaster!
I was so cautious about adding "page elements" other than links that it took me four months to put anything I actually wanted here, so yous have my sympathy. And don't take my advice. I took advice before my disaster. It was all well informed and well meant. But I still interpreted in my own language and the result was blog-carnage!
On that note I'll wish you all good day as I have to go get a pencil before the shop shuts. See yer!!
Forgot to give this link before - go here for aol music - Avril Lavigne etc ... thanks Deb
Nicole: sorry the Gabbly got stuck while I was talking to you, said "please refresh your browser" ... I tried to go out of my blog, eventually was able to, got back and Gabbly was an empty hole reading "page not displayed" ...
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