Black Doggerel

Really, who would have thought the TKers would get so worked up over a pair of breasts? Bless their little hearts.


Yes, I always get extremely bored on Sunday afternoons...

( edited to add in a quizlet 'cause half my friends were doing it )

Injuries always seem to come in threes with me. It's all very minor stuff this time, but I'm looking a tad battered today.

First, the blindfold on Tuesday night has scraped a big raw patch on my nose, despite all the padding. I am not, you understand, complaining, not in the slightest, but I do have a big, highly visible scab on my nose now.

Then last night, I'm attempting to put a garbage bag in the big bin outside the flats when I trip on the step leading up to the bin and land face first on the concrete. Skinned elbow, twisted ankle.

And this morning, I do my usual routine of taking the dogs for a short stroll round the block while the coffee machine processes my essential caffeiney goodness, and we get imbrangled in tabby cats and terriers on Helyar Road. So I'm attempting the "move along, nothing to see here" routine with my reluctant, overexcited lads while the Helyar Road mob swarm round my ankles, and bloody Squish twists round my legs and trips me up, the little sod. I hit the deck again. This time I managed to skin my knee, and the woman belonging to the Helyar Terrier Squadron was so concerned she offered me tea and kept asking if I was all right. It took ten minutes to convince her that the staggering, the unfocussed eyes and slurred speech were down to simple caffeine deprivation rather than dog-induced concussion. Also, the tabby cat was laughing at me from the opposite pavement the entire time. I almost wished I'd let go of Spike's lead just to wipe the smile off its face... but I have to keep living a hundred yards away from these people, so I restrained myself.

In other news, I've been seduced into finally signing up at TrollKingdom. It's more fun than I expected. I'm trying to restrain myself from calling everyone "dear" there too much, although I've done it for decades, because it's someone else's trademark and I don't want to give the impression I'm taking the piss. Then again, if it makes the ones who don't know me think I'm her, that could provide amusement all on its own...

And a bizarre moment last night, when I took the dogs out shopping. Two women standing talking on the corner of Helyar Road and Woodbury Avenue, one of whom I'd spoken to before, and I got sucked into the conversation and ended up standing there for half an hour revelling in the randomness. Woman 2 was one of those born raconteurs - she had both of us snerking and gurgling out loud with her description of trying to get her husband off the Internet long enough for sex, her story of going to the doctor with an abscess in a place no abscess should be (she demonstrated the way it made her walk...) and her retelling of conversations overheard on the bus. When I run into her again I'm going to try and talk her into getting a LiveJournal.