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Mimi, a blur worthy of Molly in her photo days just whistled down my street. MIGHT have been Art running for his life.

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Imp, add me to your itinerary for the Spanish bit, you never know.

The couple across from me, living in a fantastic and enormous house (one of the reasons I bought my dilapidated old shell, the neighbourhood is good ) have 5 rescue dogs and 22 rescue cats so I should theoretically have accumulated quite a household myself in 5 years

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Molly, what a lovely idea, did you enclose a five euro note (to use perhaps as a novelty bookmark by then, of course) I love that

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Next indeed, who ever knows what is around the next corner ...

and if we assume positive, the chances are improved we will get a positive outcome. So They say

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Yikes Bogey part of the same issue or have you been in the wars AGAIN?

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Haha no the reminder was timely

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This is a fun blog Molly - oh help I had better go in and add that

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Irony is, I don't know what I would expect to see in 5 years. Would I still be living where I live now, doing what I'm doing?

If I'm still on CS, I'd probably also get a gun

RE: Politics & Religion

Religion WAS local government, back in the day. Your local priest was often the only man who could read, and the church was the centre of every community for hundreds of years.

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Those can backfire, of course. I can’t remember who wrote a story I read years ago, but basically this guy achieved a peek ten years into the future and saw himself on life-support machines, near catatonic.

No way of knowing what had happened, or when, but he wasn’t going to risk ending up like that, NO chance. He'd sooner die. He rushed off, bought a gun, put it to his head and pulled the trigger.



Jump forward ten years.




He’s on life-support machines, near catatonic. The bullet hadn’t killed him.

RE: Can't Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd

Good grief look at the size of those creatures!

Those river pics are wonderful. I immensely admire your energy -

Thanks for comment on my blog. I'm not responding there

Sometimes a person, a name, personifies a whole time of your life

The news has been flashing around Facebook, the few players I stayed in touch with because they were friends as well. Wayne has just died after a long illness. I’m waiting to hear the details, and I’m crying like a baby.

Sometimes a person, a name, personifies a whole time of your life

Polocrosse is a winter sport and one tournament in the Eastern Transvaal was particularly horrendous, icy sleet lashing down, horses skidding all over the place, my canny old horse wouldn’t even try to brake, preferring huge turning circles instead.

Wayne was waiting as we trotted tiredly off after the first chukka, our icy fingers slipping on the reins. He’d brought Schnapps. I’d never drunk it before, and I’ll never drink it again without remembering that tournament. Six players finished 3 bottles in a 6 chukka game - and we won.

Sometimes a person, a name, personifies a whole time of your life

We never had a thing, we weren’t even particularly close friends, but with a start like that, I loved him to bits.

A year or two later he was behind his club, the best in the country, inviting me to join them at a time when I had been about to sell my horse and stop playing. They subsidized Bally, paid my tournament fees, transported him to tournaments for me, basically made it possible for me to carry on playing when I was in the middle of a divorce and living on a salary that couldn’t possibly cover a sporting horse.

Sometimes a person, a name, personifies a whole time of your life

I managed to avoid Terry until it was time for our next chukka, phew. I didn’t even try to pick up again, just threw all my frustration into tangling the opposing #3 so that he could barely move.

The commentator’s voice blared out of the speakers, ‘a fantastic bit of tactical play there from the Runnerdorp number two, this new player is going to be someone to watch . . . ‘

Terry couldn't help but be impressed - because the commentator was Wayne Thornton, and at that time Wayne was not only the best player in South Africa, he was one of the tiny handful of ten-handicap players in the world

And a helluva nice guy.

RE: I recently fell all the way upstairs

We can't possibly forget him, it's like looking in a mirror when we see the 2 of you together.

And his name was easier to say, too.

RE: A Pain In The Back

Cat, Molly's probably your best bet, if she can clear it with her osteopath

I only know what it is, I'm too experienced to EVER use the wrong foot when getting into the saddle.

RE: A Pain In The Back

Any exercise that makes you hot and sweaty and warms your muscles - then, and this is the part that makes it all worthwhile, several stretches. No more backache.







Yes serious, how dull of me but it WORKS no backache for 5 years now YAY

RE: A Pain In The Back

Cat, now let's be serious.

Exercise, my boy.

That's sort your back out AND give you essential and valuable stamina when you stop thinking and talking and get back to doing.

RE: To the owners of this site: I am most grateful

It's a great site and I have said before that it changed my life completely.

RE: Nice Smelling Man

Fay your blog initially had me completely confused

My dog once happened to find a well-decayed seagull and you cannot believe how delighted she was and how proud as she trotted home with me at the furthest possible end of the lead. She never quite forgave me for the bath that followed.



I don't really like a man to smell of anything. A man using Old Spice reminds me of being a kid, since my father used that. Very few men still use it (any?) and no-one who ever tried to date me and I honestly don't know whether it would be an attraction or a confusion

My lodger, back in Scotland, smelled very very strongly of whatever stuff he splashed on, it was breathtaking but not in a good way.

RE: Not what it seems, or is it ?

That particular invention was really elaborate, I doubt it is in production yet. But even a sensor that picks up on movement vs car temperature and started a siren would save countless children and dogs left by morons, because passersby would be alerted.

Presuming a sleeping child woke long enough to wave an arm of course

RE: THIS IS THE BLOGS, WELCOME

Controlling the blogs would be like herding cats

The ancient Guardians allow a lot of leeway and to some degree the blogs are also self-policing - bloggers take exception to totally ludicrous statements and argue, or will turn on the more unpleasant trolls far beyond what even a troll wants in the way of attention. There are many who blog only to a tiny select audience of those who share their politics or their religion, and are quite happy within their narrow groups, with most ignoring them.

CS may have hoped for, or expected, more of the love-me-please blogs

RE: Not what it seems, or is it ?

Mimi, that video is absolutely brilliant. My car warns me if I try to lock it from outside with the keys still inside (it's a touch lock) - and it squeaks, then squawks, if there is weight on the passenger seat, but the seatbelt isn't fastened - so I don't think it would even be that complex.

From the links and comments dogs and children are left in the car so often that as the young inventor's dad said, it's amazing there isn't already a sensor saying oi, beep beep, you're locking the door and there's still someone inside, even if nothing more sophisticated. Linking in a siren which starts after 10 minutes and gets louder and louder would be ace too.

RE: Bernie Sanders Generously Gives Homeless Man Money Out Of Wallet He Just Stole

LJ I already asked my comment be deleted.

RE: Stuck!!

Kodak moments ...

RE: StreetWalker: Working the Market

Nice pics, but do you know the one that struck me the most sharply? The bull terrier out without a muzzle, and no-one rushing to find a cop to complain.

Loved that.

RE: Not what it seems, or is it ?

BTW, not excusing him. NEVER. But.

Waiting

Vier - she didn't like them, I only heard Frank Sinatra and that lot as an adult.

Away away

Waiting

Molly, daren't scare them off.

And must now go. Mischief managed, and the blog passed the time nicely