(0804) Sunny day out there, mornin’ all. Sorry I could not tailor my sleep pattern to exactly 8 a.m., then I realised I’d changed it to 8.30 a.m. Anyway, the main post is up at Orphans and Jstack. (0917) All right, folks, must fly. Back after this thing is done. Hopefully. Hour and a half, all right? (0918)
11. Another tale with Noah Woods in mind
Was about to run some sicko’s comment under the “no further news on Noah” Sun item, then realised it was a sick attempt to provoke us, just as was intended by the sickos in power. And a quick scroll down X and there does seem no further news.
Now … our Steve mentioned about water claiming them and I left it at that but of course the mind wanders to the state of our streets just now … either our “guests” or homegrown sickos you understand.
Last thought was just let it be, buy in no further.
I do have a memory of my own though. Three memories actually.
First is when I was a child, seeing a photo of myself at what must have been about 6 to 9 months. I’d been put on the driveway, sloping down to no gate but the road at the end of the down-driveway. I was in nappy and top and I had my eyes on that road. Plus I had a way of moving called “the crab”.
The fact that someone had taken the shot was safety enough but all the same … I could motor along quite quickly using “the crab”. It was not a high danger road though.
Second was after I’d learnt to ride a bike without training wheels. I was always allowed out for some reason … maybe they wanted peace and quiet … it must have been holiday time. Anyway, off I pedalled.
Thought struck me that if I was careful, I could go past my usual limits and as long as car drivers would give me a wide berth or I kept my wits about me and would walk the bike through narrow sections, it should be ok-ish. So off I headed towards the big smoke some ten miles away. Sounded reasonable … maybe a twenty mile round trip.
The drivers were quite accommodating (maybe I was 8 at the time) … at least I made it home in one piece, yet mother was perturbed. Er … why?
The third and last for now I’ve told before. Now that make of sailing dinghy I know had to mean about 12 years old, maybe 13. Summer holidays. This time I asked my olds could I do this trip past three rocky points to a yacht club down that way, maybe four miles? Yes? Oh, ok, fine. So I prepared the eight foot dinghy and off I went, nice breeze, tacking into it on the outward journey, a nice run back later.
That one went off well, it was boring at the other end so I launched and headed back again. Turned out my mother had been watching through the binocs most of the way and I suspect m’da had driven down there just in case. It all seemed quite reasonable, that voyage.
It’s only now I’m thinking … what the *&£#£&* were they doing allowing me to do that? Were they … er … hoping against hope …?
Nah, never … I was a lovely little chappy, a bit loud at times, salt of the earth. Yeah.
10. Moo corner

9. The bona fides of med qualifications

After I had the heart attack, a fair time after, I was called in by the med practice and told I needed to see a specialist at the big hospital. The crusty, crotchety GP was typical Brit, everything too much trouble but one of the old school. So I turned up at the hospital and waited. And waited.
Out came an Indian, sat by the far wall, asking maybe three questions, nothing to do with meds, then said I was coming off one of them.
Within three days, I made an appointment to see the GP … yes it was still possible in those pre-covid-scam days … and I could not breathe properly. She was angry, the GP, said all right, you can have it back but it’s not doing anything for you.
Next day, I was fine, breathing fine, all well. Not daring to look at qualifications as a topic, you understand.
8. We may have had this one already, sorry me

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