Angel, it looked like it might crush the pots I'd hidden in the sink
I might need one that would fold away and I could open a cupboard and pull out the next. And the next. Maybe a kitchen built into a giant treadmill, I could just pull down the fresh kitchen and the used one would sink out of sight ...
Yes I use people. I also expect to be used. Within reasonable limits. We are, most of us, not only single but light on family, and networking through life.
There's a delicate balance to be maintained, no? Comfortable give and take.
Further pause to dash back home for camera and attempt to catch spectacular sunset effect (Daniela would be proud)
Fail. Oh well, there will be a sunset tomorrow. And the day after. Sunsets, unlike in Scotland, happen very nearly every day in glorious technicolour.
Jokes aside, I am a leaf in the winds of chance and sometimes the breezes carry me this way, and sometimes they carry me that.
I never dismiss any idea, however crazy. I never follow up anything, however brilliant it sounds, unless circumstances throws more straws that way. If I am on a path, and the winds change, I don't carry on pressing forward stubbornly.
If establishing a commune of building druids here is on the cards, another straw will blow in from another source and I'll think hmmmm, that's TWO
Molly, hand on heart, I never took a chance in my life.
Apart from the time the upmarket catering business I worked for decided to close, and I set up my own business in a bowling club's kitchens to see out the last few commitments, and sold a thriving catering business a year later - yes, I bottled it. Suddenly realized I owed a fortune in VAT.
Apart from the time I moved everything I owned to England without a job to go to or a house to live in. I had 5 weeks, while my furniture was on the ocean, to find both.
Apart from the time my English office said they were shifting operations up to Scotland and I decided hey, Scotland, I have Scottish blood, wanna take me with you? and they said yes and I had to buy a place because I couldn't afford to rent one - saw it once, for 15 minutes, and said yes, ok, I'll buy. Then flew back to England to carry on packing.
Apart of course from coming to Spain and now see where taking chances has brought me, eh?
I'm a conventional timid type, very true.
Seriously, your yoga friend, maybe my enormous studio room would be just the job
I never did ask, who'd be paying the yoga teacher? I mean I'm already committed to 15 people showering at my expense, and eating their own weight in Brussel sprouts (ok, and cauliflower), so don't look at me.
If I can't sell those photos for a tidy little profit, this could cost me, and considering this blog is all about hauling the dosh my way, I'm having second thoughts.
Well, for the time being that shouldn't be a problem. The house is actually quite cold in winter so one would need to coax the todger to uncurl itself before there was any danger whatsoever of being cemented.
Molly, no worries them rolling anywhere. We're talking occasional sunken or missing tiles, you'd sprain your ankle if you tried to dance from one end of the room to the other but doing slow perfect justice to the Dog or the Tree, no worries. Salute to the sun, we could have about 15 in there at a time, and so long as they bring sleeping bags, that's about how many I could put up (and for that matter feed) at a time.
Those who need to cement their todgers must live with their own conscience. Nobody here at the retreat is expecting miracles, or for that matter judging.
Oddly enough not true although more people believe it every day and more incredibly bad books with mediocre stories, abysmal writing, and no input from a professional editor, hit the stands, mainly the cyber ones, every minute.
In the time it took me to type this comment I’d guess at least twenty new books got published.
The rules change too - for example I thought we weren't supposed to quote full user names in blogs??
And I never heard of that guy you mention so for me he certainly doesn't personify CS
The people who posted on my first Biff blog - well, case in point, all blank silhouettes until you, Lou, Crazy. Although most are blank because they have become dormant profiles. That's another reason I hate the blank silhouette. It's like being at a seance.
I'm a little testy this morning, woken at sparrows by jackhammering in the street. Third cup of coffee may be the charm.
I'm heading up towards my 4th anniversary, colour me surprised.
I hit virtual love almost straight out the box and then I found the real thing job DONE
But it was CS love, sweet but unwholesome, baked only for short-term use, and went vrot within the year so hey, I now twitch my curtains as I watch life in the CS village, and knit as the heads roll ...
I am considering changing mine to say for the time being I am only considering applicants who can build, plumb, tile or paint to a high standard in return for some slightly distracted company from a woman with broken fingernails, paint freckles and a shrinking budget.
Not as if anyone would have any reason to lie, after all. By describing themselves exactly as they are, they will attract and win exactly the people they want.
Dosh - you know - collecting the readies
Angel, it looked like it might crush the pots I'd hidden in the sinkI might need one that would fold away and I could open a cupboard and pull out the next. And the next. Maybe a kitchen built into a giant treadmill, I could just pull down the fresh kitchen and the used one would sink out of sight ...