Well, given the last few weeks of itchy misery here, it was inevitable that I would concoct such a cheesy headline. And so, here it is. My curious incident with the dog in the park was not, as it turned out, my biggest problem, but the rather strange and unexpected reaction to penicillin I was … More Itching to get back
“The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the crown. It may be frail – its roof may shake – the wind may blow through it – the storm may enter – the rain may enter – but the King of England cannot enter.”William Pitt, 1763 The above heading … More Lies, damned lies, and statistics
Ladies and gentlemen, play has been suspended. I had a little incident on Sunday afternoon in the local dog park. I intervened in a little tête-à-tête between one of my dogs and a spaniel. I have since learned some valuable lessons about how not to separate fighting dogs, but as is often the case in … More Dog day afternoon
It was a quiet enough week. Work has been tipping along. The fire service continues to be on something of a go-slow, despite one very long call to a hay barn fire this Friday. I’ve cut back on the running to three short sessions this week (well, I may sneak out tomorrow!) after the two-week … More Farewell, Octo
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak(Boogity, boogity)Fastest thing on two feet(Boogity, boogity) Ray Stevens‘The Streak’ Actually, no. Nobody calls me The Streak. I admit these are strange times, and if you hear a runner has been arrested in Ireland for nude jogging, it would be worth a few quid to bet that it was … More And they call him The Streak
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