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It Must be a Secret

All points of the blogosphere

All points of the blogosphere

I have found the perfect shop.

During my blogging, which started in 2004, I have been to all points of the blogosphere.

From being lost to bewildered.

Sometimes the hardest thing to find is inspiration, I’ve tried canned inspiration, I’ve tried pretty purple pills, but often to no avail. The effects are more like placebos, they work a little or they taste just like sugar.

But, yesterday I found the perfect shop.


The Holy Grail for Bloggers

I have no idea where the shop is, there was no address.

So, if you think you’re getting a post today, LOL forget it 🙂

I’m off on my quest.

Right after lunch, my tummy is rumbling.

Ectra strong, just made for quests

Extra strong, just made for quests

And I have to make a thermos of coffee to take, and some of yesterdays meatloaf, it was delicious….

Oh, I’ve got a new coffee. Well, it’s an old coffee but they’ve made an Extra Forte (extra strong) version. I had my first taste this morning.

The verdict is that it’s rather yummy.

Just the thing a blogger needs when he is in search of the Bloggy Grail.

One needs to be prepared, because these questy things can be tricky. You know, you might meet knights, or trolls, flying carpets and dragons. You might even meet that supreme horror, the Taxman!

Dangers lurk at every turn.

Yesterday, I completed the download of a movie. Puss ‘n Boots, you know, the one from Shrek. I was checking to make sure I had an English version, I did; and I got sort of involved and watched the whole thing. Now it may be a kids movie, but I thought it was just great. A fantastic way to spend a Sunday afternoon in which not a lot was happening.

Speaking of Puss, I mentioned sometime ago that when I close the door and tell Clorinha that I’m off to the pub, she’s out the gate before me. If you don’t believe me, here’s the proof; even if she does stop for a tinkle on the way.


There you have it, tinkle and all.

Oh, the car isn’t mine. I am truly an impoverished English teacher. That’s the neighbour’s car who rent my carport.

Now, about the questy thing. The clouds have come over, I think I’ll stay at home and drink more coffee, one can’t just go rushing off willy nilly looking for the Bloggy Grail, it’ll still be there tomorrow.

The Bloggy Grail

The Bloggy Grail


Talking to my Fluffy Nuts

Lixo P. Cat (alias Fluffy Nuts)

I am bilingual, actually if you include Spanish which I am rapidly losing contact with, then I am trilingual.

I often have conversations with Lixo, although I call him Fluffy Nuts, why, because he has.

It has been raining for 24 hours, he is bored and decided to get frisky around the house, hurtling from one sofa to the other, ricocheting off the walls, into the kitchen back through the lounge, under the bed all to attack my toes.

Ah, yes, where was I? Languages…

I have had contact with many languages in my time. Among them Dutch, German, Russian, Polish, Vietnamese, Turkish, Qechua and Romanian apart from the ones I speak now. The dictionary is telling me I spelt Qechua wrong, it is insisting that I put a ‘u’ in it, but then it’s an American spell-checker which explains everything.

Apparently bilingualism helps the brain.

Great post Being bilingual ‘boosts brain power’ here.

It says that “But against a backdrop of noisy chatter, the bilingual group were far superior at processing sounds.

They were better able to tune in to the important information – the speaker’s voice – and block out other distracting noises – the background chatter.”

Suddenly it dawned on me… Why American monolinguals vote for Regugnicans and Democraps; they can’t filter the verbal diarrhea spouted by either party.

Fluffy Nuts is back. I thought he had come in peace, but it was only seconds before he attacked me again by sinking a claw between my fingernail and skin. BRB. That shut him up. I had a crappy bit of rump steak in the fridge, diced up a couple of strips. He gets bored when house-bound. He loves to roam the park and local bar. But he has this innate fear of ‘wet’; Even if my hands are dripping from the dishes, it is enough to make him scamper for safety.

This is my last blog to post for the day. I am out of coffee, although it is not beyond the powers of reason that I should make some more.

Coffee is essential to good blogging.

One of my students had the audacity to suggest that I was addicted to coffee… I hastened to assure him that I was merely a dedicated coffee drinker. The impudence!

I know that you will all understand, being enthusiastic bloggers.

I am not addicted to coffee…

If I say it often enough, I will convince myself.

In reorganising my kitchen to accommodate the recycled cabinet on Sunday, I allowed the blender to fall. I discovered today that I had broken off one of the lugs that hold the cup in place. Damn! See, that’s the result of not enough coffee.

I am now going to go for a wander aimlessly through the blogosphere and see what I can find.


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