Yes, that is a good excuse and it’s genuine. Don’t believe me?
I know, if I read this blog I’d wonder if it was a work of fiction too. Unfortunately it isn’t. These things all happen to me. Be afraid, be very afraid. It bloody terrifies me at times, I can tell you. The lengths I have to go to so that I don't have to finish that story. They can't agrue about this excuse, now can they?
Youngest took the dogs down the fields last night for a walk and came home via the back lanes. There was a squashed crow on the road, must have been hit by a car. He didn’t think anything of it until a couple of yards later when the dogs reacted to something in the hedge. The something being a fledgling crow.
Now he’s been brought up to know that you don’t disturb wild animals, if you find them, you leave well alone, but of course there was the dead crow just yards away. So he brought it home. Sat on his wrist.
He made a nest for it in the shed and it hadn’t moved when I went to look at it this morning. 7.30 a.m. and I’m up the garden trying to persuade the crow to eat a bit of cat food and drink some water, which I’m pleased to say I eventually managed.
I’ve spent the best part of this morning ringing round trying to find somewhere that will take it in, 'cause no way do I want to hand rear a baby crow. Raising George and Ozzy was fraught enough, thank you very much. It’s a wild animal after all and needs to be released when it can fend for itself. So far, no one wants to know.
Scally as usual, has been supportive and helpful. She told me that she’d not comment about witches having crows as companions. Good hint - I did offer it her then as a pet, but she wasn’t keen.
And I've not told the Leprechaun, she’d convince herself that I’d done it deliberately to get out of writing. It would just start her off again.
14 comments:
Well isn't it bad for you that the Leprechaun is working at home today then and has now read the blog?! Which explains your crow reference in the email - you know the question you ignored when i asked 'who the hell's crow?'
Pooksxx
And no. it doesn't look like me. My glare is much, much better than that.
P
And one vaguely smutty piece is hardly churning. I do wish you'd stop telling folk that it's smut. They're going to be severely disappointed if they're expecting smut.
Pooksxx
You may have a point there; the crow is a sweetie for a start. Anyone that has known you for even a short time would know that is not a good descriptive word to associate with you.
But you have to admit that you have the staring beady eyes off to a tee. Oops, there's that word again.
And with regards to the smut - the readership had nearly 5 months of no updates before you and the SO came along. They are used to disappointment.
RS
So you're saying that my smut piece is no good then? is that it? I mean you imply that they will be disappointed which would imply that you think it's rubbish. Well?
pooks
*bangs head on desk*
Why me? I'm not a bad person. Honestly I'm not - just a bit grubby around the edges. I'm kind to children, animals (see above) and the man that collects the shopping trolleys at Tesco (I always take mine back to the collection point).
There is nothing wrong with your smut. Nothing at all. It’s very good smut (notice I mentioned that word again, just to make you happy *mutters* and pigs fly). So bloody behave, will you, or I’ll find you a paper bag to pick a fight with.
RS
Messages of sympathy can be sent to my normal e-mail address.
I'm fighting with my own shadow today. You may have noticed!!! Mind you when my own writing partner tells readers not to do the feedback thing just so I'll complain, perhaps I'll have to find somewhere else to direct my ire!!
Behold thy sin will find you out!
Pooksx
Really? You argumentative? Oh surely not. The very foundations of my world have been rocked.
And I've not a clue what you're rabbiting on about woman. I've told you I’m an absolute angel (with a halo) and I wouldn't have a clue how to sin.
RS
If I ever find out who dropped me in it – they are going to be very, very, sorry.
Are you threatening the readership?
Our readership?
Look you, there are few enough of them who comment on the drivel we produce without you hogging the ones who try to speak to me and the Scary One.
And I've told you about that halo -making one for yourself out of a wire coathanger and tinsel does NOT make you an angel. You just look daft.
Pooks
*waving from the moral high ground*
I've been spending quite a while up here lately.
Oh for the sake of the Gods, get down before you fall. I've told you before, standing on a chair doesn't mean you're on the Moral High Ground.
And there is nothing wrong with my halo - it was very expensive tinsel, not just any old cheap tack. If it was good enough for Valerie Singleton, it's good enough for me.
I'm so far up here on the moral high ground I nearly need oxygen - that's how high up I am. I'm here a lot, being the good girl - i'm sorry it's such a foreign land to you.
Valerie Singleton? showing your age there love.
And really it doesn't matter how expensive the tinsel is it's still not a real halo and you're still not an angel.
Pooks
*waves at RS who's so far down she looks like an ant*
Look, I don’t hoover under the bed, so it stands to reason that I'm not likely to dust the lampshade. Did you remember to take both inhalers? No wonder you’re short of breath. And if you put your glasses on again, then everything will seem a lot clearer.
If you must know, I wasn’t trying to make a halo. I was trying to make the Blue Peter Advert Crown and it went wrong.
Went wrong did it?
Why am I not surprised?
I don't care if you were attempting to make a crown - which doesn't make you a princess either btw - or a halo. You aren't an angel. You're not even a good girl. Now me......
So high up on the moral high ground - which isn't in RS house anyway because that would be an utter waste of ground as the RS never needs it- my ears are bleeding.
Pooksxx
*mutters* Yes, we all know what you are. A right pain in the...
Well we all know why you write fiction – what an imagination you've got. And you know full well your ears aren’t bleeding – that was just a play for the readership’s sympathy. Which won’t work because they all know what you’re like.
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