The Force be with you May
Only three days in and so far May has turned out to be, well… different.
So far I have had to wait for two deliveries. One I waited in for, but had to nip out for a few minutes. Needless to say it arrived during those few minutes but the delivery bloke left the crate blocking the front door. It was really fucking heavy but I managed to shift it to get indoors. I then had to lug the contents upstairs and assemble it which damn near put my back out.
The other delivery was timed better. Or rather it would have been only he arrived early. I had had to go out again and timed things to arrive home before four [when the delivery was due] but the fucker arrived early and was blocking the lane so I couldn’t get in.
Apart from that I have had to do numerous trip around the neighbourhood, including one to Grandson’s school – the headmistress phoned me to say that he had been abandoned and could someone please collect him as she wanted to go home.
Then the cat somehow knocked my laptop onto the floor [with a very loud crash]. I don’t know how the fuck she did it, but it put the heart crossways in me. I think it still works. I’m not so sure about the cat.
While on the subject of the laptop, one of my more important programmes suddenly failed. I removed it and reinstalled it but it kept crashing. I searched the Interwebs but that was fuck all use. I did a quick re installation of Linux but that didn’t work either. I got it to work eventually but I’m not quite sure how.
Then there’s the two blocked toilets, where I could only be bothered to clear one.
And the Health Service nurse who was supposed to help with an audit of the house for disability purposes. All she did was order me to clear out the junk room. I don’t know why. None of her fucking business anyway.
Things have suddenly quietened down today.
I’m sitting here freezing with the door open.
I don’t mind the cold too much but the birdsong makes it worthwhile.
Life’s a bitch, isn’t it? But still worthwhile living 🙂
It makes for an interesting life. If every day was the same it would be tedious.
Thought for the day:- Is the expression “Life’s a bitch” sexist? Just curious……
As I’m an emancipated and “weathered” female, my first reaction would be “no” …
But I stand to be corrected 😉
It’s just that everything seems to come under the microscope these days to see if it offends someone. “Bitch”, being of a female connotation will probably offend someone [who has strayed from their “safe space”] and will result in demands for something.
Try putting the cat down the toilet, and then flushing. Even if it doesn’t unblock the toilet, it’s enjoyable
Done.
All I have now is a blocked toilet and a very wet smelly pissed off cat.
You’re right about it being enjoyable though.
There is double satisfaction in that you will also have annoyed the cats’ protection league (or whatever they are called)
“The cat crept in, crapped out again. ”
Paraphrasing a Mud hit from the 70’s.
No offense meant, just an observation or maybe just a question:
is this an exclusive male site with exclusive male jokes?
Search for the supershadow posts. Written by a Jedi no less.
Huh?
Maybe my English or as well as the understanding of this site isn’t good enough …
Good grief NO!!! This is strictly a gender neutral site. everyone is welcome [except maybe for the odd troll]. Sorry if my gender reference confused you. It wasn’t directed at you at all – just a casual random thought. I do that sometimes.
Bill’s reference to Supershadow may be a little confusing unless you have been here for a while. SS is a character [gender unknown] who writes to me personally and I can never resist answering his [her? Its?] mails here.
I was under the impression that the state of Ireland was ahem bought bailed out saved taken over by ECB sleight of hand a few years back, could be wrong I often am, but where is the sense in this story?
https://www.independent.ie/irish-news/ireland-faces-annual-eu-energy-fines-of-600m-36857141.html
Ireland is now fully owned by the EU, at least for the next few generations. They are now milking us as if we were a cash cow.
“A cash cow.” Is that sexist?
Have you ever tried milking a cash bull?
Then there’s the two blocked toilets
Be careful GD you never know what might be lurking down there.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGPJcnfN8lM
“…but the birdsong makes it worthwhile…”
Assuming the birds in the Isle of Erin are the same as our Brit birds, you do realise that they’re territorial little sods, and that sweet song translates as “Come into my patch, you spawny-eyed wazzock, and I’ll rip yer entrails out, strangle you with some of ’em, and shove the others up yer arse!”