My Day.

Got up. Fed The Dog and The Birds and The Cat across the road. Had breakfast.

Got involved in a punch up On Forum. Mopped up a bit of blood there in. By which time I was exhausted.

Decided to have another sleep.

Woke up again. Picked up the dog shit. This little shit doesn’t half shit a lot.

Rejoined the ongoing punch up On Forum. Nothing much had changed. Still the same old same old. No one actually listens to anyone.

Don’t get me wrong. I love them all to bits, especially the bits I contemplate dismembering when I have a spare moment, starting with Heads. So my mind is littered with bits and lots of blood. The stuff of nightmares. But fortunately I never dream about it all.

I am a Moderator you see but I never Delete a Comment simply because I don’t like it, although the temptation is often nearly overpowering. Self Control, Misses, okay. God give me strength.

For seven years I have been at this Moderating lark and I haven’t half learned a lot, mostly about myself.

PS. The Subject is entirely irrelevant.

5 Responses to “My Day.”

  1. Elizabeth Says:

    Not irrelevant at all. It explains your eternal patience at picking up shit!

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    I would rather pick it up than stand in it, Liz. But I still manage to do just that.

    But what I actually meant was that the subject matter is irrelevant. Pick a subject and a punch up will ensue, no matter what.

  3. elenamitchell Says:

    I do so wish that Word Press would tell me that someone thought my Blog was Awesome.

    What? So they Like it. Thank God for small mercies

  4. elenamitchell Says:

    There is nothing even remotely saintly about me. The faults of other people only mirror my own. And besides, I quite like having The Delete Button.

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