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Chat had toasted English muffins, Dung… oops sorry I meant Dongg make girl laugh, Unfayzed is going with the flow, 1_Spectr is on a ‘Save-The-World’ crusade and missChelli wants to be happy ever after.

On the other side of the Atlantic Lojac failed to update his diary for a few days while Caprikious appears to be the expert on lies and deception, Nice2meetyou informed one and all about their civil rights, Robrt told us what he observed while walking in the park, BadlyDrawn is exercising his right arm to bear, Miclee warns us of the impending doom, Itchy is in disagreement, and one can only hope that Chat does not go needling everybody once he’s found what he was looking for in the haystack.

Back in England Hoober announced his intentions not to announce anything, Oldie is searching for a lost love, Willy did a survey on suicides, Faveer declared his availability to all girls, Agentbob brought us a badly drawnwritten SciFi screenplay – or so he wants us to believe; methinks it is a coded message, Faveer tried to get a foothold in the local drug trade while a confused Batman feels out of place.

Willy stated a fact about ASSumptions, Moelle has a pain in the knee where it is not fatty, Yonic is confusing reality with a dream, Daniela explains the perception of perfection and Pedro entertained us with two very interesting polls. All these on page one, free of politics, religion, or death notices… and then we still have Molly, Mercedes, Mischief, LucyMaud, Proc, Bnaugty, and a few others to make things more interesting. On top of all that, we still have Redex, Jenny, GoldenGloss, VK and a few others in reserve.

Then some people still want to complain that there is nothing to read in the blogs while I’m sulking because somebody was kicked in the nuts. Hmm, but that is politics, isn’t it?

True! Where is Kalpataru?

On the morning of Saturday 7th September 2019, I arose at approximately 05:30. I prepared and ate breakfast, after which I attended to several domestic matters which needed my attention. At approximately 08:00. I left my residence at ..........ADDRESS REMOVED......... and drove directly to Tesco, Wath-Upon-Dearne to do my weekly shopping. The selection of avocados was particularly disappointing. On completion of my shopping, at approximately 09:30. I called at the on site fuel pumps to replenish my vehicle’s fuel tank, where I also purchased ten small cigars. I then proceeded directly home, arriving at approximately 10:00. Apart from taking a bag of rubbish out to the bin, at some time between 16:30 and 17:00, I remained inside for the rest of the day. I did nothing of significance for the remainder of the evening and retired to my bed at approximately 22:30, where I remained until approximately 05:30 the following morning. I do not possess a pair of binoculars, and neither have I possessed any since January 2015.

Sulking is a nurtured anger combined with a refusal to discuss the cause of that anger. When we sulk we need our partners to understand and to refrain from doing anything to get us out of it.

(We're not talking about chronic sulkers today and I'm concentrating on sulks where the anger was not caused by the partner but by an external source, maybe work-related, and as such not aimed at the partner. Although the sulker needs time to work out the anger alone, he/she may not need or want to be alone.)

Do you get uptight or worried when your partner goes into a sulk? Don't. You should feel honored when at the receiving end of a sulk. It means that your partner trusts you enough to believe that you understand his or her unspoken hurt without having to explain it. That is one of the gifts of love.

Sulking can be traced back to our earliest childhoods; the silent understanding. In the womb, we never had to explain. Our every need was catered for and this continued well into our first few carefree years. We didn’t have to ask; caring and loving grown-ups guessed what we needed. They found the reasons for our discomforts while we were unable to put it to words.

That is probably why even the most eloquent among us may prefer not to spell things out when our partners fail to understand us properly. Only when we don’t have to explain do we feel certain that we are properly understood and only then do we believe that our partners fully understand us.

We may be adults living in an adult world but deep inside we remain infants; needing our partners to be our parents. We need them to correctly guess what is troubling us, as our parents did when we were babies; the time when our concepts of love were first formed.

We do our sulking lovers the greatest possible favor when we are able to handle their tantrums as we would handle those of an infant.


Now don't sulk; here is a banana for you.

After A Lot Of Work.............................. Of Constantly Keeping.................................. A Vigilant Search For Wenny?........................I Have Finally Connected............. With What I Really Did Not Want To Find..............And Most Of You?............Are Not Going To Be Happy At The News Im About To Give To You

"Wenny Has Passed On"
"Wenny"......... Or "Wenever"....Died This September 4th 2019...In Tallahassee, Florida

"I Know Its Him Because Of His Age...His Resident City..... And By His Real Name I Was Able To Obtain


A Memorial Service Will Be Held On Sunday.... September 8th...

You May Sign His Online Guest Book At



"Travel On Wenny"........"We'll Meet Again"

Every day, there's at least one Trump 'something' the media finds important to post about the president. There are way too many to remember all of them, but some highlights of the past few weeks:

Buying Greenland.
King of Israel.
Wanting to be allowed more than 2 terms.
Giving 'made up awards' to himself.
Having distanced himself from anything related to Jeffery Epstein for more than a decade, he told the media they should be looking at Clinton.

Ending the week with the best one I've heard all year...
Trump suggested we fire nuclear weapons at hurricanes to stop them hitting America.


I've tagged this blog under health because the man needs to see a mental health specialist.

People often tell me how lucky I am to have such a good dog but they’re wrong; there is no luck involved. My dog’s good temperament is the product of years of work. And if more people understood this, more people would have had ‘good’ dogs.

I’ve put a lot of effort into exposing him to other dogs, kids, loud motorcycles, noisy power tools, popping fireworks, loud music, and many other disturbances when he was still a puppy; and took him for regular rides in my car. I allowed him to see, hear, smell and feel these influences at his own terms and it paid off. He is comfortable with such disturbances around him and he loves kids.

It is easy to train a puppy. He responds to his name, you give him a treat. He comes when you call him, you give him a treat. He sits when he’s told, you give them a treat. And after a few months, you have a dog that knows simple commands. But this is when many fall off the bus. You have to keep it up as your dog matures. You have to keep your dog stimulated and it also helps him to keep up with you as circumstances change. A dog's training never stops.

A dog needs plenty of love and attention. When given enough of that, he will bend sideways trying to please you. He will protect you with his life… or lose it in an effort to do so.

Regular exercise is another must for your dog. A restless dog is often a sign of not enough exercising. When the weather allows it, I walk instead of driving the 2 km to the supermarket. He knows that he may not go into the shopping center but he also knows where to wait for me. That took a bit of training but eventually, he did learn to wait until I returned. He understands that the word ‘wait’ means that I’ll come back for him.

So, a ‘good’ dog is not the result of some lucky genetic draw; a dog requires a good owner and a lot of work to make him a ‘good’ dog.


So have you taken your dog for his walky, walky today?

It is easy to start something new. Anybody can become an entrepreneur, singer, writer, designer, illustrator or whatever. But few can keep it going.

Many people start businesses but they don’t exist after a year or two. It appears that people put too much emphasis on starting something and do not always know how to keep it going. Look at our aspirant writers; they start off at breakneck speed; writing for days, weeks or even months. Then, suddenly they drop everything to do something else and blame it to a lack of inspiration but that is not it. The truth is they don’t know what to do next.

Most of our stress is born from the uncertainty of the future. What will happen tomorrow, next week, next month, next year? Friends and family can spend the entire day to convince you that the world will not end tomorrow but you won’t listen to a single word if you are in the wrong frame of mind. The answer is to concentrate on the present. Think about what to do next. Not next as in the next few months but next such as in immediately now. Forget about the past and disregard the future. Make the best of NOW! So okay, maybe the world will end tomorrow but don’t waste your time on shit you cannot control.

Don’t set goals that you cannot achieve on your own. You don’t want other people to control your destiny. It is your life; drive it yourself. Don’t give the wheel to somebody else. Focus on the things you can control. Be flexible. Shift the goalposts if you must. Don’t be afraid to try new things. Keep on experimenting and adjusting. If it does not work you can always fall back to the old ways. The secret is to keep going, never to let up.


Now make your day worth the while.

Countrygirl1962
hidden ?
or are you a scammer.

I was almost converted when I read the chronicles of the prodigal son. He must have loved it to read his own eulogy and was probably getting dressed to attend his own funeral when a sorceress resurrected him. A perfect example of how the result can justify the method.

And when I speculate about the (self-imposed??) exile in Babylon I get no wiser. It is hard to discern who is following the script and who is playing by ear. I detect a smokescreen here and cannot help to wonder if the accomplice is part of the setup or if she is just being played as well.

I would have placed my own on the tombstone... had I not known for a fact that the prodigal son had access to an internet-connected device on Friday, August 23 which casts serious doubts over a lot of things in and around the confessions of both the sorceress as well as the accomplice. But then, was she (the accomplice) in the loop? Knowing the extent of his imagination, nothing is impossible. I think we all remember some previous attempts at gaining attention and sympathy.

About the Internet appearance on the 23rd, it is a pity that I did not bother to retain a copy of the now destroyed blog. But I believe enough people read it. A few even commented on the immorality of the contents. Of course it was him, or otherwise, he has a very good copycat on his tail and I don’t believe that.

So now all we need to do is to wait for the prodigal son to return so we can feast on the fatted calf.

But then all this is just speculation, conjecture and/or opinion.


This blog is a script I'm writing for TV and is, in its entirety, is a figment of my imagination. Any resemblance to any place or person, dead or alive, is either by fluke or absolutely deliberate. If you see yourself here, give me a tinkle so we can arrange for an audition. Stick around - I'll make you famous.

Today, I was asked if I was able to work all of next week, which I immediately said "Yes" to. That means. one more week of early mornings and exhausted afternoons - but it will definitely be worth it!

Work was great, as usual. I started the day opening up boxes of products, and placing them on the table, so they would be ready to pack. It was then, that I was told, that the things I had unpacked was supposed to be at the other end of the table. So we had to move everything down, which took forever. But we were three people on that job, so it went by very fast.

By then, my manager pulled me aside, and told me, that because I worked so hard yesterday, I was removed from the task, and put on something else, called PPD. What that is, is labeling items, and put them in boxes. That was my task for the entire day, and I quite liked it. I was then approached by another person, who told me what labels went to what, and where the finished products would go. I was then told to tell the others, making me a kind of leader of that production line.

Working there is really grooming and molding me into a leader. Someone who can get things done right. I like that a lot, if I am honest. Who knows what the future will bring!

Also, because I was given another week, I went out and treated myself to something - a PlayStation 4. I felt it was time to gift me something new!

I look forward to the weekend, where I am going to sleep in! I really need that!