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.
Elena mitchell's Blog 
November 29, 2020 at 8:51 pm |
Not irrelevant at all. It explains your eternal patience at picking up shit!
November 29, 2020 at 9:08 pm |
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.
November 29, 2020 at 11:02 pm |
Well, you must have the patience of a saint.
November 29, 2020 at 10:00 pm |
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
November 29, 2020 at 11:23 pm |
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.