SUNNY HOT, HOT WEATHER has descended: blue skies, entire days a-sparkle, and so on. So of course miseryguts me is feeling depressed (yet again). This might have something to do with my being evicted (yet again). Or more to the point, Butterstein the slippery landlord and Evilstein his henchman say they are doing up the entire house (they have turned my old room into a dustbath of demolition with bricks lying everywhere from the knocked-out chimneybreast... now they require that I vacate the new room I'm presently in so that can be tarted up too. "You must telephone council NOW. Do not go anywhere. Do not do anything else! Telephone the council NOW!!" Evilstein insisted. And made it sound like it was all down to me to sort my chaotic housing situation.The council say the landlord KNOWS what to do (he is infamous with them), the ball is in his court. It is not my responsibility to phone them or provide paperwork. I need not and indeed cannot do anything. Butterstein knows who to email. It is up to him to inform the council that my room is no longer available; then the council should provide me with a new one.
So I'm quite happy about moving out. In an entirely distant and nonexistent way...
... on a happier note, today is Saint George's day. Saint George who slew the satanic dragon is patron saint of England, so a movement is underway to turn this into another drinking day in league with Saint Patrick of Ireland and Saint Whassisname of Scotland.
St George is also (strangely but truly) the patron saint of the Spanish city of Barcelona... where the tradition goes for young lovers to buy their sweethearts roses; the sweetheart traditionally returns the favour with the gift of a book. You can click this Catalan blog I found totally by accident to see...
BOOKS AND ROSES: Barcelona and Saint George
WILD AND POPPY EYED:
You can see this isn't a domesticated pet. And that enclosure is far too small, otherwise it wouldn't be running up and down and jumping at the sides...
This is the famous Australian dunnart the female rambles a good 5 miles a night in search of a mate... at the end of the annual 2 week breeding season the males are so exhausted they all DIE... they are quite unafraid of battling with funnel webs, and frequently crackle a crunchy scorpion for breakfast!
EXTRAORDINARILY TAME GRANDFATHER ROBOROVSKI
Here's an incredibly cute and old (a good 65+ in roboyears) pensioner hamster:
ROBOROVSKI CIRCUS:
This is far more typical of robbie behaviour... I don't know whether Grandfather Robo above is just naturally calm or on drugs but I've never seen a roborovski act quite so laid-back!
ARE YOU INTERESTED in being a "direct sales representative"? Do you remember those Tupperware parties from the 1970s? My Mum used to throw them. All local ladies from the area come by and purchase dishes, bowls, jugs etc with excellently airtight self-sealing lids... but if you clickonthis you'll see all manner of housewares etc you can directly sales represent..!
GIGANTIC NORWEGIAN HORSE BLOG...!
18 comments:
What if you give her a rose and she hands you a copy of Codependent No More?
I would call that a Pyrrhic Victory....
I will stick with Valentine's Day and the tradition of hiding the engagement ring in the Smores fondue.
(Or am I the first guy that ever thought of that in the history of the world?)
Sounds like that landlord has been planning this all along - are you the only one left in the house now?
Darn it your making me sad for those Dunnarts again *!*
Whilst I feel for you being evicted yet again Gleds I can't help but feel a new home could be the start of a new life for you - if you wnat it. x
Hello,
and thanks for commenting on my blog! I don't know how you found it, and you probably didn't understand many of the words, but hey; pictures say more than a thousand words, right? :D When it comes to my Nintendo I am a bit ashamed to say that I'm actually 26 years old, but like you I never had one of those when I was a kid, so I guess it's a part of my childhood forcing its way back into my life... I'm having fun with it, so I don't really care what other people think. :)
I guess it's springtime in London these days too - have a good day!
wish you luck, and don`t stess too much! better days are to come!!!
kisses ;)
Happy Saint George's day to you. I have not heard of that holiday before, but anyone who was able to slay an evil dragon must be good. I think dragons are like lizards, and lizards are my enemy.
ps: I make many, many wild, wacky, crazy and silly facial expressions. I think it might be because of my big eyes. And I am a specially trained actress-cat.
pps: The part about being an actress is not really true. But I thought it sounded good.
I am happy the weather is sunny for you....and it's too bad you have to move, that sucks! Happy St. George Day...I love a holiday that gives one the excuse to drink!
I'm sorry you have to go through the upheaval of moving again so soon. It does sound like he's been winding down his tenants. Maybe you'll luck out and get better digs! I am fast becoming a fan of robbo's and hamsters I have to say!
ZenWizz: Ooo imagine the wrong bit of fondue getting chomped at the wrong moment? Diamond on tooth enamel. Truly tooth-cracking!!
Bimbimbie: Yeah he has been planning it. Laundretta told me he wanted to take the hole house back ages ago but I kinda put it out of my mind. Boohoo!/Ha-har! (I don't know which.) Sorry about the Dunnarts. I had to get some more mileage out of them, also the video screens make my posts look longer (!)
Akelamalu: A whole new life from a hole old one. Yes please!
Ida: I found your blog because the Nintendo picture came up on screen on the blogger play program. You just pause it and can click into the blog and that's how I found you...
... the one game I played on Nintendo DS (if that is what it's called I barely remember!!) was one where you steal ambulances, motorbikes and cars and drive around New York. All I was interested in was a sightseeing tour "is this one Brooklyn Bridge?" etc which wound up my 10 yr old instructors as that's apparently not the game's point...
Good luck with the move, hope your new landlord is a man of greater humanity!
Sofia: better days? I certainly hope so(!!)
Daisy: Hey you could make money as a TV and movies cat actress? Y'can make good money doin' that y'know!
Velvet Ginger: yeah I don't really want to move but hey
Baino: talking of robos it serves me right for plunging them into a giant new reflective tank. Maybe I'll end up in a giant new mirrored room (a dance studio, perhaps... you never know!!)
Crushed: that's a very good point I cannot wait NOT to have Evilstein, Butterstein and Surlystein poking around my premises
Hi Gled,
I hope you get your living situation sorted out soon, that sounds terrible unsettling.
Janice~
Shees mate, not again? :-/
I only hope that you will get housing somewhere better.
V.
Weell, we have nice weather here across " The Pond" too, I'm sorry your good weather is marred by the fact that you have to move..I hate moving..with re. to the (dunnart) What a wild 2 weeks that is for those poor guys!
Happy St George day
Janice: cheers. I can't wait till it's all dusted and DONE
Vincent: it SOUNDS better. I just hope it really is. And that it really happens
Tom: Dunnarts lead a wild and crazy life. The good weather's gone. It's thunderstorms all the way today!
Well, the proposing to her on the middle of a basketball court during halftime thing has been done to death...
I thought of maybe flying her to St. Louis and proposing to her in front of the St. Louis Arch...
Or proposing to her on the Seattle Space Needle...hiding the ring in a Starbucks there would be a cool trick. Like you say, if she drinks it, picking through her shit for a week would not be very romantic.
The Eiffel Tower would be a really romantic place--if some aliens in a flying saucer could just twap all of the rude French people there...
I guess the first step is meeting a woman I can halfway stand...
I think I am going to have a long time to think about this one.
Hmmm...
... I drew inspiration from the well of my subconscious...
... the bucket came up empty!
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