Got to start somewhere I suppose. The last few weeks have not been easy. First my "old faithful" computer blew up ... smoke and flame everywhere .... resulting in the exorbitant expense of a new one ... but it was time to go broadband ... which was another drama. Then I broke a toe. In murdering an old yucca plant that the previous tenant here had left behind, I contrived to kick the bottom of the back door while carrying out the offending flora .... busted toe. Plant one ... Tom nil .... but a pyrrhic (sp?) victory ... the plant suffered. Finally, after two or three days of looking decidedly off colour .... I awoke to find my old cat dead at the foot of the stairs. She would have been 18 in May, so no complaints, she had a good long life. She has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember (her brother fell off his perch about three years ago - pics are in myspace). I nearly took her to the vet the day before but, realising this would be a one way trip, was reluctant to let her go. She saved me a fortune, bless her. For those of you who have never taken a beloved pet to the vet for the final trip .... at some stage you lose the ability to speak and can only nod (pathetically) as the man offers the final service .... "Cremation?" ...(nod) .... "ashes back?" ...(nod) ... "gold handles on the hardwood coffin?" ....(nod) ..."pallbearers?" .... (nod).... "full Southern Baptist Choir?" ...(nod), etc. It's only later that you get the bill !!!!! I thought the best place to lay poor old Suzie was under the compost bin in the back yard, so commenced digging, only to find the plot was occupied!!!!!! So I had to dis-inter some other unfortunate moggy before I could bury mine. I was emotional. I'm OK now but have to admit I miss the old girl a lot.
It was budget day here today, and I heaved a huge sigh of relief as our Chancellor of the Exchequer did not price my modest 4x4 off the road. My joy was short lived when I discovered he had doubled my income tax!!!! Scottish bastard ... he'll not get my vote as long as he has a hole in his arse ... which he probably hasn't.
Rant over ... as is this blog.