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Sunday, October 19, 2008

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Poem for Today

Killing my son

I cooked him a chicken escalope
Asda, Cheese and Chive
It fell on the floor with a wallop
But I scraped it up still alive.
I wiped off the bottom
and put it on his plate
With a dollop of beans on the side
But I couldn't help wondering
What if he got ill and died?
I wiped it again and checked it for hairs
It was as clean as clean can be
If the hub had been home
I'd have given it to him
But he was at work
So it went in the bin.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Anger management

I've been trying to sort out some personal things and found that my emotions had turned to anger. Anger directed inwards and outwards. This is so unlike me and I blame A215 somewhat for this 'inner reflection' business, which I truly think could drive you totally insane! But, this afternoon, we went for a hike up a Dartmoor tor (no idea which one, they all look the same to me!) and I trampled up the hill, puffed myself out, made friends with the wildlife and nearly fell asleep on the way home. Worked a treat - all anger gone - serenity returned! How could you fail not to be happy with such wonderful countryside all around you and that fabulous blue sky!

not the one tor in the middle right, but the one right up the top - it was much further than it looked!

all that lovely granite

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Lack of progress ...

... with A215. Despite having done TMA01, I don't seem to be able to get down to studying and I would've liked to have been a bit further ahead by now (with the Forensics course starting soon). A lot of my fellow students have gallantly been putting their (excellent) work on their blogs, but mine is too poor for general viewing! I haven't really got on very well with clusters and freewrites and this one is about my best effort!!

"Like a spider in her lair, crouched, menacing, hirsute and with clicking joints, the widow spun her yarn. With sweating palms, Lucinda watched from behind the door. She shuddered. The widow reminded her so much of her phobia that she wondered if, at any moment, she might start to eat flies. The black widow reached into her pocket and popped something in her mouth. A sherbet lemon."

Which begs the question(s) - who is Lucinda and why is she behind the door?

Dolly and Dandy's contraception solution

They've been separated. And they hate it. When one comes out to play, the other gnaws on his or her hutch to try to escape. Not sure how much longer the hutches will remain intact!

Note the homage to Captain Bunzee - got it off ebay!