A jacket from a coat hook;
A basket full of plants.
Photos of dead relations,
From grandparents to aunts.
All these are quite acceptable,
But what really gets to me
Is a dog turd in a plastic bag
Left hanging from a tree.
I have absolutely no idea why I wrote this. I was about to go and do some Tidying Up. I can only assume that the infection in my face has burrowed its way through to my brain (I must ask doctor son about that. It's a scary thought, isn't it).
Saturday, 29 November 2014
Thoughts on a Saturday morning
Posted by Frances Garrood at 11:50
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You sound quite normal to me but then I may not be the best person to pass an opinion.ReplyDelete
I can never work out why folk leave bags of dog crap about. It's a really stupid habit.
I think you and I are probably equally normal, Adrian. Whatever that may be...Delete
How our brains work is sometimes a complete mystery... But plainly you had the tidying up thing in mind??ReplyDelete
Maybe that was it, Pat. A the moment I'm not at all sure what my mind is doing!Delete
My husband reckons they leave them hanging there for the poo fairy to collect!ReplyDelete
Hope you are feeling better, Frances - you certainly sound more yourself x
Oh good! I'm so glad I've cheered some one up.ReplyDelete
Teresa, what a lovely, whimsical man your husband must be.ReplyDelete
Don't worry, you'll be back to normal soon. Keep amusing us in the meantime.ReplyDelete
I'm certainly not amusing my family, Maggie!Delete
It's far too good a rhyme to be worrying about damage to your brain, Frances!ReplyDelete
Well, that's good to know. Thank you,Delete
Thank you for the giggle, Frances. I do hope you are feeling better. You are still managing to put a smile on everyone's face - of which we are grateful. Thank you. All the best.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Nicola.,what a nice woman you are.Delete
Doesn't sound like brain damage to me - just perfectly rational annoyance.ReplyDelete
Oh good. Thank you, Patsy.Delete
My Mum used to say that all the world's a little queer 'cept thee and me and thee's a little queer. Sounds about right to me.ReplyDelete
You're welcome Frances. I'd hate to be ordinary. I spent most of my life being that.ReplyDelete
Graham, to me you will never be ordinary. And I mean that.Delete
We're trying to train Bonnie to carry her own poo bags (hasn't worked yet!)ReplyDelete
What a brilliant idea, Wendy. But you'd still have to do the picking up...?Delete