Blogging.

One Blog so often motivates another and sometimes for quite peculiar reasons.

O’Connor loves Robin Dominic half to death. He hears the car and goes potty. Racing between one door or another and back again.

Me? Heaven knows. He can still catch me a good one behind my knees when I am not watching out for it, but only when I am putting food in his bowl. Rotten Little Shit.

But tonight I sat with him on the sofa for a minute, or at least what is left of it. And he went totally head down again. The big grovel. He always does this when I pay him any particular attention.

I suppose that I could see this as good dog manners for the mother of his best loved people person, but is any dog that bright?

Actually it isn’t all that bad, excepting that I don’t want him to be afraid of me. I have never so much as raised my voice to him. He doesn’t even know what Rotten Little Shit even means. It’s a joke, albeit a slightly wearing one when I mop up the latest puddle of pee or three.

He is a very beautiful little dog with Snake Eyes and a very loud voice. And he defend my house. What more could I wish for?

Anxiety.

Not a subject to tackle with much humour, but I suppose that I can at least try.

Two years ago I was going to live to be at least 100, if not longer.  Lately I have only been banking on about two years, if even that long.  Covid?  I don’t know.  Is The New World Order trying to bump me off with supposition?  Could I possibly be that stupid?

I don’t actually believe in The New World Order.  There are far too many ordinary people out there who are going to say Bugger Off,  Although this doesn’t actually involve blocking Motor Ways or screeching for Insulation that they themselves don’t have and certainly can’t afford.  Presuming that anyone knows what The New World Order actually means.  But you may rest assured that it is something to do with the Leading Lights making loads of money.  Have a look at Gordon Brown who kicked this off in Britain.  Where is he now?  Almost forgotten.

I have long not needed loads of money.  I earned it when I needed to and then I stopped when I didn’t need it anymore.  And it was only ever in support of my children anyway.

No doubt you will all be delighted to hear that I am now back to 100 plus, so if any of you are feeling like shit then get over it.  It was only a minor blip.  Don’t let the bastards grind you down.

I have never worried about Planet Earth.  The one thing that Planet Earth doesn’t need is people.  And Planet Earth always knows when it is getting too much.

There might be something to be said for natural selection.  Some of us are born tougher than others.

The Electricity went down about an hour ago.  Do you think that someone might be out to get me?  My Computer will shut down shortly.  And I can’t even read a Book.  Where did I put those fucking Candles?

Goodness Me.

Ah Ha. Cracked it. Don’t ask because I have no idea. Something to do with Third Party Cookies. But since I don’t know what a Cookie is then Third Party of such is even more confusing. I shall put the success down to the stoicism of my youngest son who sat here for two very boring and painful hours.

So back to The Train Ride, if I can still remember.

This very ancient Diesel Train turned up in the middle of nowhere at St. Rivalain Gare and off we all went along The Vallée du Blavet. We didn’t see much of that due to encroaching undergrowth, but in the end that wasn’t what it was all about for me.

Pontivy Station is now looking good when it was very nearly falling into ruin a year ago and how sad was that. Rhetorical Question.

We spent two hours in some Green Church Yard having a picnic. Imagine the state of my back after that. But we did get stumbled upon by a rather drunken individual with a rather nice dog that was obviously well cared for.

Les Toilets were a bit of a problem but I went behind a tree in the end in desperation.

What sealed it for me was an entrepreneur who had the foresight to see what could be done. A very old train and several very old railway stations which all fell into disrepair many years ago.

The Train was full and picking up people all along the way. So either we are all mad or he took a chance.

The steps up to the train are pretty bloody awful from no platform but everyone got heaved up somehow.

There are some lovely houses in The Vallée du Blavet when you can see them and they were all out there waving as the train went past.

I have always been monetarily orientated but never so brave as he is. Which is why I was looking for that aspect. Who would do this and for why? I got my answer at least in part.

He was actually on the train and wearing a uniform, albeit in an understated fashion. I do so hope that he does this again next year. This is Community in the middle of nowhere.