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That’s all very well…

Yes, yesterday was full on.

sardinesontoastAfter blogging I napped, I woke famished after my last few days of eating basically nothing. Nothing meant things like dry toast, black tea -no sugar (which is how I drink tea anyway) and lots and lots of water, mostly tap, but some fizzy. At midnight on Tuesday, I did have two slices of toast with sardines with no disastrous results.

So, waking famished, I made a decision… EAT!

I donned my going-out-mocker and went out. Taxi, straight to a restaurant because there was nothing edible in the house that would have defamishtorised me.

Brazilians have it like this, or with the rice on top, I like it with the beans on top

Brazilians have it like this, or with the rice on top, I like it with the beans on top

Big plate, of feijão (black beans) on rice, a wonderful creamy gnocchi, and some salady things, cucumber, radish and tomato. Oh, and beer. I figured if I was going to be hung for a sheep might as well be for a lamb.

Scoffed that lot, and went back for more.

More beans on rice, more gnocchi and some cuts off the BBQ. Oh, and more beer.

Then dessert.

Felt good. Taxi home for a nap.

That’s all very well, but I am now having concerns, because it is mid afternoon and I haven’t yet felt the urge. You know, that urge to poop. Did all that milk of magnesia bind be up tighter that twine on a hay bale?

I fear for the worst. How will my haemorrhoids cope?

I have class soon, two, in fact. Will I manage?

I still don’t have anything in the fridge, I want to eat (haven’t done that yet today), I want restaurant food again.

Cloro is growing up.


Wot iz you doingz?

He’s a big pussy now. He bashes the other neighbourhood pussies up. He likes sardines too. He ate the rest from the can the other night. Just look at that luxuriously fluffy tail.

Each night he’s goes on a bender, tearing around the house aimlessly. Well, it appears aimless to me, perhaps his little pussy mind sees reason.

Honestly he’s like one of these…

… but less choreography. Round and round the living room at breakneck speed.

Then he stops on a dime. Simply becomes motionless. Then once he’s determined which direction,  off again, out the door, in the door, up the walls, over me, leaps from sofa to sofa, into the kitchen, back out the door, repeat.

If I can catch him off guard, I give him the five-finger-scratch and be becomes a quivering purring blancmange transfixed in time. You’ve never heard of the five-finger-scratch? Three fingers scratch the top of his head and the thumb and little finger rub behind each ear. Works on any cat.

The weather is still hot,

35°C, 33°C and today is forecast for 38°C and I believe them. Blogging is hot sweaty work today, despite my big mean 50cm fan. We are due for an overnight change tonight.

2326_xxlI saw a new oxymoron tweeted yesterday, romantic zombies.

How can zombies be romantic?

But then they made the film Twilight in which vampires became romantic, so why not zombies?

Talk about 50 shades of horror.

Anyway, must off, students to be taught.


This Time I have Really Done It

Never before have I let fourdays go without a post.

I really feel as though I have abandoned my poor neglected blog.

This week, like last week, has been chaotic workwise, with split days and students changing their hours. As I said o my mother last Saturday when she rang. “I don’t know whether I am Arthur or Martha.” That was one of her favourite sayings when we were kids. She replied that she was “surprised that at sixty I hadn’t figured that out”; my mother can excel herself sometimes and at nearly 88 has a naughty sense of humour.

However, I can assure you, that I have figured out that dilemma, despite the fact that many people don’t in their lifetimes and as a result lead miserable existences; one would not use the term life here.

I just had a turn. I wrote ‘humor’ instead of ‘humour’ in the above paragraph. I am sorely shocked and thoroughly dismayed. American English has got me. I am showing signs of this malady in my dotage. Is there no hope that this cancer will regress? That my life will be spared this ignominious fate. I must admit that I do use ‘humor’ as a #tag on Twitter, because it gets more results. My mother always said, when I was young, “if I pulled enough faces the wind would change and I would stay like that.” Maybe there is some truth in these old sayings.

The chaos in my world will continue until until New Year. It’s a bad time of the year for English teachers; we suffer for our love of the language. You can’t have love without suffering.

I am late at the keyboard today. I stayed up late last night. It was my opportunity to see Twilight.

Yes, the movie. The one that caused girls’ hearts to flutter.

You see I am not one to rush out and pay a fortune to see the latest films; that’s a fools game.

Now, having seen it, I am glad I didn’t.

I wasn’t impressed, really. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was a different type of vampire movie and a nice love story combined with the horror genre.

But I certainly don’t consider it one of ‘the’ great movies.

Christopher Lee as Count Dracula

Lycanthropy, I discovered lycanthropy at the age of 13. Yes, that was when I read Bram Stoker’s 1897 novel Dracula.

I became immersed in the world of vampires and werewolves and learned a lot about them. The first Dracula movie I saw was the 1972(?) version with Christopher Lee which will always remain the image and nature of the beast, at least to me.

I traced Dracula’s travels from the Transylvanian Alps to England on a large scale map, I think I was even able to locate within an area where his castle should/would have been.

Vlad Tepes

I have since learned that the book and subsequent films, of which there have been many starting in the days of Bela Lugosi, that actually slandered the the first heroic politician of Romania, Vlad Tepes.

Historic Note:

Fifteenth century Wallachian prince Vlad Tepes is credited with being Dracula, the vampire-count featured in the classic horror story Dracula (1897) written by novelist Bram Stroker. Romanians make no association between the vampire and the historical figure of prince Vlad III, known in his homeland as Vlad Tepes (Vlad the Impaler), prince of Wallachia three times, in 1448, 1456-1462 and 1475. Vlad was known beyond Wallachia’s borders as a feared fighter against the Turks and a ruthless ruler. Notorious for his brutal punishment methods, he gained the name Tepes (impaler) after his favourite form of punishing his enemies – impaling on a wooden stake. The offenders would have to die in agony. Impaling was not unique in Europe. Tepes first cousin, Stephen the Great, is said to have impaled over 2300 Turkish prisoners in 1473.

Source: About Romania

As I result of my late night excess, my eyes feel as though they have rusted. Coffee is not doing its bit this morning.


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