Over the years, my imagination has grown to an almost obscene level. Weird, odd, strange, dark, funny, too smart by half, writing that defies categorisation. As a result, I have packaged a number of them together in an eBook format and hope to calm the world with their content. Big boy hopes of course, but I feel I need to try.
While they sail the internet, there’s still plenty here to distract you from the woes of modern life. Here’s a sample to wet your whistle.
Here I am. waiting. Waiting for what? Well, I don’t know. It’s another day of relaxing and introspection. I do know that I have a hairy face. I also have a set of clippers and a razor.
I’m resting, doing almost nothing today, except for some personal grooming and blogging stuff, as I nearly killed myself yesterday. I was hacking out one of the three old concrete footings from my old and “now gone” fence and gates, relocating what felt like 3 tonnes of mulch about the place and distributing dirt while picking rocks out of this new territory. I had to engage a man and his truck to take the huge pile of rubbish away, so away it’s gone.
I have a new fence and two sets of gates. I have barricaded my home against all of those nasty door-to-door salespeople and anyone else who’s not invited at my front door. My front door barrier has been effectively been relocated about ten meters further out. I’ll be buying a padlock and a remote doorbell.
I’ll also replace the “Beware of the Dog”, private property and adding a no hawkers sign. They won’t be able to just appear at my real front door. They be stymied at the gate. “Go away”, I say.
This morning, I went mad and fixed a WordPress theme issue I had with the new site www.mysillywriting.com. It wasn’t singing the way it should have. It seems to be doing so now. I’m getting quite handy at fiddling about with the structure and application of changing themes. If you’re not using WordPress, I can really recommend that you do; it’s terrific. More here …
