May 09, 2008

My house in England





Notice the very slight Japanese influence around the garden.

The retired racing greyhound (My mutt Hazel), the fastest couch potatoe you have ever seen. It’s a walking (Lying down in this case) eco system you know!
Hazel had a ‘blow out’ in one of its paws going round a corner while racing. So the previous owner decided to ‘let her go’ to a good home. Six years later, Hazel is in fine form.

Yep, I am also in the middle of smashing the living day lights out of the concrete in one of the pictures. (Or I would be if I were not in Japan) Thats why there is a big chunk of the drive missing in one of the pictures.)

I decided to listen to “Sir Henry at Rawlinson End” (Do a web search, Bonzo Dog Doo Dah band bloke) after ‘Rack 3’. A dubious combination but it had to be done. “Old scrotum, the wrinkled retainer likes a 'pint or seven' at his local pub you know” (The fool and bladder and I think his tipple is scrumpy!!)

No, I am not on drugs it’s the way I am. (If you exclude the Japanese paracetamol (Trade name: Bufferin) I took a few hours ago to try and get rid of the head ache based around Japanese and European embalming fluid. Well I think their headache pills, or should I say, I was told so)

It’s going to be time for some inedible muck soon. Not eating tongue sandwiches again, yuck. Did that mistake yesterday. If I had known what it was, I would not have eaten it in the first place. "Not eating something that’s been in something else’s mouth".

Lastly, I am often told I am ‘unpredictable’!

But I say, that makes me totally predictable; as you know I will be doing something odd next. (It’s the so-called ‘predictable’ persons you have to watch out for!!!)
Could point to Asperser’s but I better not go there.

Welcome to my world.

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