I woke up after three and a half hours sleep believing I had a collapsed lung.
I didn’t.
I had a cat sat on my back, staring at me.
It has been a shitty, wet horrible day and I’ve managed to stay in doors thanks to Sassy picking up my smokes for me.
Even with that, I have managed to commit a social faux pas without leaving the house.
The after school meeting spot for parents appears to be right outside Sleepy Mansions.
I don’t object to that.
I do object to their brats running up and down screaming or climbing all over the railings.
Today it was particularly bad and went on for ages until I bawled,
“Fuck Off!” in their general direction.
Totally forgetting I’d opened the window because the cat was being a twat about the cat flap.
There was immediate silence followed by a swift dispersal.
The Big little Brother reckons it won’t be long before I’m collecting vicious stray cats to throw at them.
I must admit to being quite taken with that idea!
Horrific details from Austria are being revealed daily.
The more I read the more I wonder how you punish Josef Fritzl.
Even if he were locked up for the rest of his life, the Austrian authorities have to honour his ‘basic human rights’, by law.
He’ll be banged up in a room with a window, he’ll be allowed out for exercise, he’ll have cable television, access to educational classes and medical care, a choice of meals, phone calls and most galling of all, the right to have visitors.
There is often talk of punishment fitting crime.
What fits this?
Personally, I’d stick him in with some arse raping sociopath who has access to an unending supply of Viagra.
That’s just me and I HAVE watched a lot of “Oz”!
Changing the subject totally.
Where do umbrellas come from?
There are at least 7 in the house and I have NEVER bought one in my life, they just appear, so where do they come from?
I think they appear from the same realm that steals my socks.
For every ten odd socks I find they must send me an umbrella.
This is my tune for the day.
It cheers me right up, reminds me of a brilliant trip to New York and a bar called Ruby Fruit!
5 comments:
See, I don't get this. Why is it acceptable for people to congregate with their brats outside someone's house? Especially if their kids then procede to climb over their property? And why should you feel in any way bad or guilty about making your feelings known? Family fascism I call it...Go and behave badly outside your own house I say.
Grrrr.
And I don't know what punishment fits this abomination of a human being. Maybe to be locked up for 25 years and be forced to bear children. That'd be a start.
Also...what a day. Began with gay dogging and ended with drog(ba) dogging. With rain inbetween.
I know!
What a strange one it's been!
I'm with Sassy on this. They should so have been ALL told to fuck off. Get a nude statue to stick in the front garden, one with a fully erect willy.
Schnee.. Was thinking of putting up the poster of our Tory candidate!
Frightens the Bejaysus out of me!
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