Musings from the Merse
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Blogging at the gallop
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The gentle art of blogging requires total concentration and absence of worries about , for example how suddenly quiet the sitting room has gone. Has KB really finished watching the DVD on Fairy Godmothers/Princesses which was meant to occupy her for a whole hour and involves considerable careful preparation including dressing her for the role. Wand and all. Mr P can also be plonked -in his case in front of a computer where he can play games of imagination and terror with , fortunately the sound turned down as the music is 'too scary' He can also be diverted from, say, torturing his sister, by allowing his imagination to run riot through designing nuclear fuel enrichment facilities, complete with plutonium rods surplus to the Iranian programme, and in his case, not subject to UN sanctions. All this silent concentration by the parties of the first and second parts allows a quick furtive blog between, of course, the normal household and garden chores-known in the family parlance as 'pulling my weight' and not 'spending too much time on the computer'
An extra job this afternoon is the remowing of part of the front 'lawn' (Aka Southern Meadow)to permit a game of croquet. The meadow is very rarely fit for this purpose and the grass grows so fast that by the time the mow is completed it is time to start again. The mower is on the blink and is sometimes hard to start since its last extensive service; so with a little bit of luck
it won't go at all. And I can return to the blog with
an easy conscience.
At least that is how I see it.
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The gentle art of blogging requires total concentration and absence of worries about , for example how suddenly quiet the sitting room has gone. Has KB really finished watching the DVD on Fairy Godmothers/Princesses which was meant to occupy her for a whole hour and involves considerable careful preparation including dressing her for the role. Wand and all. Mr P can also be plonked -in his case in front of a computer where he can play games of imagination and terror with , fortunately the sound turned down as the music is 'too scary' He can also be diverted from, say, torturing his sister, by allowing his imagination to run riot through designing nuclear fuel enrichment facilities, complete with plutonium rods surplus to the Iranian programme, and in his case, not subject to UN sanctions. All this silent concentration by the parties of the first and second parts allows a quick furtive blog between, of course, the normal household and garden chores-known in the family parlance as 'pulling my weight' and not 'spending too much time on the computer'
An extra job this afternoon is the remowing of part of the front 'lawn' (Aka Southern Meadow)to permit a game of croquet. The meadow is very rarely fit for this purpose and the grass grows so fast that by the time the mow is completed it is time to start again. The mower is on the blink and is sometimes hard to start since its last extensive service; so with a little bit of luck
it won't go at all. And I can return to the blog with
an easy conscience.
At least that is how I see it.
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