Tag Archive: pets


Things that go with beer

In my fridge there are some things which go with beer.

In my fridge

In my fridge

Like bacon, gherkins, olives and hotdogs.

There’s also cheese in the door, Camembert, Brie, Gouda and ordinary stuff.

And not considering, more beer.

The small piece of steak doesn’t count, that’s Princess Clorinha’s bit of steak. Only the best for my pussy.

Lunch yesterday was a salad. rolled ham, slices of corn beef and mustard, lettuce and potato salads. with tomatoes and parsley from my garden.

I felt so, so healthy.

It was great.

But then one healthy burp and a good fart later, I was hungry again.

Last night I was up at 12:30, having gone to bed at 10. Can’t remember what woke me, but I was on the PC for a couple of hours. I actually got most of my posts up in that time. Still not sleepy, I started browsing through old photos, and then disaster!

I felt like...

I felt like…

I killed a file with more than 1,000 Brazilian photos off a pendrive. Of course pendrive deletes don’t go into the Lixeira (Trash).

Now I have to figure out if I can recover them…

Back – Took a break to recover photos, some are corrupted but it looks like I saved about 70%.

Last night I had an urge. Comfort food!

I haven’t had bread ‘n butter pudding for ages and I just happened to have some leftover stalish bread. So guess what? Half an hour later I was eating freshly made hot B&B pudding with thick cream on top. It was so yummy, sultanas, raisins, jam and cinnamon! Talk about nostalgia and childhood memories.

Yesterday, I hit a new record, my post Hump Along crept up to 17 ‘Likes’, unprecedented.

I had to laugh last night reading the news. Putin giving a speech somewhere urging Europe’s leaders against aggression… unbloodybelievable! What a freakin’ hypocrite!

Missy Kirchner from Argentina is squealing, “It’s not a default, call it something else!” Then in this morning’s news, the judge has criticised her for telling ‘half truths’ about it affair to try to lessen the impact.

Ebola virus is out of control. The death toll has risen to 760+/-. WHO are now saying that the world is not prepared for this and we were too slow in acting to prevent spreading. Could this be our reckoning?

People need a reset button.

ResetButtonForehead

Reset button

So that when we face palm…

Face palm

Face palm

We auto-reset and the world returns to normal.

Talking about normal, I read a blog post yesterday about a woman who let her daughter have a pet cockroach, named Fluffy, no less. Today, it had escaped.

Is this a new fad?

He wants to go walkies!

He wants to go walkies!

*Shudder*

Later.

 

A Wet Day

When I was a kid, about 11 or so, my mother had me off to take speech therapy lessons because I talked fast. Didn’t work, because it was a case of my mouth trying to work as fast as my brain. I have posted about this before. But the one thing I remember was having to repeat endless nonsensical phrases like, “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.” Well, that may be the case, but today it’s falling in my backyard; buckets of the bloody stuff, and it’s cold.

Lixo and Lady

Lixo and Lady in the front yard

Lixo has lost his Lady love.

Last week someone in the neighbourhood spread poison around, resulting in the deaths of five dogs and two cats, all pets. The two cats were Lady and Fred. Lady wasn’t mine, not sure who the owners were, but she came from down the alley beside the bar. Fred is the Tom of friends and constant antagonist of Lixo who was the younger Tom in the neighbourhood. With Fred’s demise he has now risen in seniority. But it was Lady, Lixo’s mate that was also poisoned. The pair caused endless amusement in the bar by screwing on the veranda of the bar. I got the blame for not educating them properly.  My reply was that they’ve never seen me screwing on the veranda, so they didn’t learn it from me! Lady was really quite a trollop, she’d lay herself flat in front of Lixo and raise her butt right under his nose. I mean what’s a fella to do? <—– Rhetorical question.

It’s sad that people resort to this kind of thing. The neighbourhood is ready to lynch them if and when they discover who it was because it’s not the first time, but the third. Both Meow Meow and da Meow, my two previous cats succumbed, this time Lixo was lucky. *Touch wood*

If this rain keeps up, I will get wet going to work this afternoon. It began yesterday during beer o’clock. Only had time for one beer to celebrate St Paddy’s Day, then the drops got heavier, so I watched the second half of the the football from the comparative comfort of my sofa. It has rained heavily since, more than 18 hours.

Must blog along.

Later.

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