10 May 2012
Oh what a night! No,
not last September, last night! One of
the strangest dreams yet. I was back in
the Army and we had been sent off to Far Eastern country for an exercise. It did used to happen actually; I went to
Kenya once for a couple of months – very good it was too. Anyway, back to last night … there I was in
me bed but awake. I was ready to get up
for a full day but as I did I was attacked by a snake which bit me on the
arm. Now, we had been warned about all
the snakes there but we’re told that in general they left people alone – so why
did one actually attack me then? Off I
went to the MO but I was attacked again by a different kind of snake. Then that one was attacked by another of its
kind, and so on until I had about 12 of damned things hanging off my arm. When I got to the MO’s office there was huge
queue of others, all with the same type of snake hanging off their right arms
having once been bitten by a different snake.
Jan disturbed then I and I woke up.
I do get some strange dreams at times, I really do.
It’s looking cold out there today but I really do need to go
out today. I haven’t been out since
Saturday and I’m starting to get cabin fervour.
I’ll get an AP and a paper as well as some fruit while I’m out. Now there’s a point … is a tomato a fruit or
a vegetable? The reason I ask is that in
1893 the US Supreme Court declared it to be a vegetable not a fruit. Yes I know, all Yanks are daft but in this
case it was being daft that caused this one it was a case taxes. A tax was being paid on vegetables but not on
fruit. Someone applied to get a ruling
over the issue. By declaring them and
veg, then the tax was payable on tomatoes.
But in actual fact, they are a fruit, not a veg.
We sat and watched that programme on hoarding on catch-up TV
yesterday. Looking at today’s listings
there’s another one on tonight. I can’t
understand how these people get to the stage where they are living like
that. It’s so sad isn’t it? The first one I remember seeing was the old
guy in London, a Mr Trevis who had filled his house full of stuff. Do you remember him? When we first came back here after my brother
died we found that this place was getting to be as bad, or at least it would
have done eventually. Dave had filled
the spare room and his room and had started on mother’s front room. We began clearing the place and removed over
100 black plastic bags full of rubbish from his room alone. We found 6 computer printers and two
photocopiers. We lost count of all the
DVD and CDs, some still in their plastic wrappers, never been watched or
listened to. Bags and bags of new
clothes he had never worn still in their wrappers; books still in the WH Smith
bags, never looked at again. 17 reams of
printer paper, pack after pack of ball point pens, pencils; piles of writing
and note books; so many staplers and pencil sharpeners we lost count of them
including an electric ones. More tools
than a tool shop – I mean, why did he need 8 screwdriver sets? A penal beaters kit! Why?
His car was a motorabilty lease hire car for pete’s sake! And why did he need an ice crusher? The difference between Dave and the folks on telly
was he had stuff that was actually of use to someone. We haven’t had to buy any stationary for over
three years.
Have you ever looked at town clocks as you walk about? No?
There’s some nice ones about, like this one …
I found in Ipswich.
A short funny today …
Little Johnny and his dad were on an overcrowded elevator.
Suddenly a lady in the front turned around, slapped Little Johnny's dad, and
then left in a huff.
"That sure is a nasty lady," Little Johnny's dad
said.
Little Johnny remarked, "I didn't like her either,
Daddy. She stepped on my toe, so I pinched her butt."
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