A recent comment sent me off on a strange thought pattern ( well, yes, it doesn’t take much!) and I started to speculate on whether or not the Federal Government have a Secret Police (K9 Division) because it was only after I wrote the piece about Federal Bullies that The Man tried to trip me up and send me crashing down the stairs ( both of them) I could have landed badly on the brickwork and required medical attention – perhaps even an ambulance and once inside that, well it would have been all over. I’ve read an expert on this – Ian Fleming knows these things. A lot of things fall into place. I’ve seen police cars drive past the house and head towards the end of the road – which is the very last road in the town. There’s nothing out there but— this is where I take the dogs for walks and I am beginning to suspect that there is some sort of drop point. I have often wondered why The Man sometimes stops and just stands still staring into empty space. It could be that this is how they program him and perhaps the long “sleeps” are really the Secret Police downloading information to their data base – information on everything including the visitors and the conversations.. It is very possible that so called “Microchip” is really a receiver/transceiver. I think we’ll have to keep a very close eye on him. I may not have enemies, but some of my friends need watching.
Herself has had a very busy week. The different Ladies Groups throughout the town (and there area number of them) all met together on Thursday. All up there were about sixty of them and they had a special service. Herself not only organised and conducted the service, she and the committee arranged the guest speakers. At home she spent much of the week in the kitchen making cakes and biscuits. And yes, I was there (the only male!!) because I had to drive her there. I was involved because I designed and printed the covers and nicked out to the shop when necessary – more eggs or butter or flour. I have my uses!! Besides, there was the promise of cake at the end. The photograph only shows some of the cakes — and — one of the ladies brought scones. Life is good :o)
3am this morning and we had an unexpected (nothing in the weather report) 40 minute storm. Heavy, no thunder that I could hear, but enough noise to upset Chienne. Poor thing. But as I said, 40 minutes and it was all over as suddenly as it started and everyone (sort of) settled down again. Four/Five hours a night – I probably sleep too much anyway. I just love those early morning sudden heavy storms, almost as much as Chienne.
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