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This little chicky ate roast beef

October 22, 2018 - 17:52 -- Admin

There was a left over slice of roast beef swimming in concealed fat and juices. It was okay to eat but off putting. It's not chicken so I fed it to the chickens. After feeding the bigs their share I tipped the last of it---juice, fat and slice---into an empty dustpan and set it down for the rest.Gone, completely gone. They ate every piece, every white bit of fat and drank all the juice.

0–100 in 165 minutes

October 20, 2018 - 12:17 -- Admin

I hate making phone calls; hate it. I hate having to deal with the social niceties and then find a way into the topic to be discussed. I know in this day and age to make a phone call to a stranger to their phone who is not expecting it is treated with wary suspicion by the stranger—if they even take the call at all. I threw myself into it. I called and called then called some more.

A thin trickle of watery blood

October 19, 2018 - 07:47 -- Admin

That's what greeted me after checking the toilet post motion. It is decidedly unsettling and deeply unsexy to see a thin trickle of watery blood after going number two but I know at least it's not my arse spouting it but the right thigh ever boil "popping" against the seat.  It's watery because it's not just blood, it's whatever goes into a boil as well.


October 18, 2018 - 17:28 -- Admin

With a change in psychs it meant I had to brief the new one on me. I stole half of someone's appointment and ended at ninety-two minutes. I cried near the end after I spoke of what happened and how to deal with the twin injuries of childhood and adult trauma.The hardest was talking 'bout self harming through gouging at my face, thigh and feet.

Near double stack

October 17, 2018 - 16:24 -- Admin

There's a path junction that curves up a hill that forces me to dismount unless I go the other direction, turn around, and go up it at speed. I failed half way up and had to jam brakes to stop sliding and the angle meant I tilted and nearly tipped; twice. For I went back twice to try it after the first fail to see if it could be done. Ridden up without dismounting,Could not do it without the run up from the other direction.

Mangled approach

October 14, 2018 - 20:25 -- Admin

I was too keyed up so I hit up a speaker before photos and had half a minute to make the pitch. I was nervous, stumbled and did a bad job. I caught myself pacing on the fail when I got home; for like a typo in a report that is a forever mistake and I have the fail sads. But you can only fail if you try; to not try is to never chance to succeed.Wheels within wheels, turns within turns.WFTW.

The cat knocked the skeleton hand from the table

October 13, 2018 - 11:40 -- Admin

I realised as I said those words—it was a plastic back scratcher skeleton hand—that it was an unusual set of words to say and it sounded a bit like an early reader that went wrong ala "the cat sat on the mat" only in this case body parts instead of furnishings. That would make those readers more interesting and it should be encouraged with other body parts twinned with cat-based antics; "the cat nuzzled the hip bone", "the cat stood on the metatarsal" and "the cat ate the hippocampus; where t

The lost cough

October 13, 2018 - 11:33 -- Admin

For as long as I can remember honking up goobs on waking has been a thing for me and my unsettled lungs. Sometimes the cough ejects with force and the goob is powered through the air, with two fat ends and a linking middle bit like chain shot and it lands on something. In this case I coughed into my cupboard and saw "it" fly into the clothes within.