(0955) Music at elevenses coming up. Chores now. (1025)
12. Who’s old enough?

11. Think it’s only fair to run this counterview

10. When will men ever learn?

9. Potable water
Years ago, they redid the water pipes to this house, resulting in far better quality water … still needed to boil it of course for drinking.
Then started the comparatively recent poison spraying from the air at that level of intensity … there’s been spraying for donkey’s years but I’m thinking readers ustd what I’m driving at here. And yes, gastric and lurgy issues have increased, with a bitter taste … and yes, that’s also food additives, cow additives, just the poisoned land and sea, all sorts of things …
Well, we also have, at this house, a wasp plague (or nest, have it your own way), which resulted in MMutR, out of the goodness of his heart, bringing me a venus flytrap, which doubles for wasps. He’s quite a male Morticia Addams character, MMutR … give him half a chance and he’d cultivate triffids and false widows.
Anyway, we set it at the window to entice the lil varmints but wotz this? They started to drastically change their behaviour. Yes, they’d still storm out of their HQ and swarm over to my triple window, coming at the window panes like dive bombers or fighters if the window was closed … but now, window open, they’d come at it, then suddenly swerve away, back towards their nest.
Now, why? Was it the musty smell of my abode pouring out … or was it that they knew the vft smell and avoided that from species memory?
Anyway, the water tray ran dry overnight, first night, and I made to fill it again but Our Julia said no … only still or rainwater, not tap.
Uh huh. Well I did still have an old six pack of 1.5 litre Brecon Carreg from the days before those stupid attached lids. So the vft got the good stuff and seemed happy. But MMutR asked if I’d considered using the still water as my main potable source. Um … had not thought of it … but started.
This morning, thought I’d see if I could use boiled tap water again for coffee … nope … immediate tummy, throat … tipped it all out, went back to Brecon C … seems fairly neutral. I had also bought Evian, so am well stocked. No issues just yet.
Right, I also added a walk yesterday to my gym-ratting, despite the low, billowing Gates poison cloud … was out no longer than twenty minutes, came back in, was retching, bad innards, throat, nose, ears. Headed for bed.
MMutR asked if I wanted to go for a spin … perfectly reasonable request … except last time I tried it, to go have the bloods done … I was as sick as a dog as well … the same way. Took 24 hours to be rid of.
The implications are fairly clear, plus I do have the trusty exercise bike. Sorry to be such a wet blanket for my mate but needs is needs.
Dirty tricks and dodgy water.
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It’s the bottom of a wired mouse for a computer. A ball that rolled some rods inside the mouse. Worked fine but soon got jammed with lint and grease.
What happened to all those billions of balls. They were heavy. Two would have been good for single hand manipulation, a la Queeg in Caine Mutiny.
Ditto All the classy typewriter golf balls. Had a brief existence before word processing and inkjet printers.
Just a wicked thought, could those balls be used in some sort of conversion interventions? I’ll get me coat…
Lord T, Doonhamer … well yes.