Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Homeopathic global weather activating receptors, Natural Global Homeopathy , hail and the cat
Once a year the cats are given a jab at the vet to stop them getting Bubonic plague or something of a similar nature, today was Heavy Harry the Cats turn, so off he went to the vets. And met the same vet he met last year who interestingly enough remembered Heavy Harry the Cat because as the vet said he is a big muscular cat. Anyway it all went surprisingly well and the vet still has two arms and all his fingers and Heavy Harry is back home prowling the borders of his territory. Our old black car was also due for an MOT today and we all said farewell this morning as we had decided that it would be doomed but amazingly it its fine, back and looking chirpy (sorry Chipped).
We were discussing the weather again at school today partly because this is
and it is what we do anyway,
and partly because it is being very erratic at present. This I’m sure is to do
with dads rain machine, he will insist on tinkering with it every now and again
but the dog says other factors are at work. Britain
According to the dog homeopathic global weather activating receptors are being unwittingly moved around the globe by human beings and human activity, and in the same way as many of us use the natural cures of homeopathy to cure ourselves of stuff. So the weather can also be affected by homeopathy through the use of homeopathic global weather activating receptors. These are particular items that represent certain conditions in particular places in the world and once moved even in tiny quantities can affect the weather (Natural Global Homeopathy or N.G.H.). The Dog even told me to take a few laurel leaves and a toga to school as part of a grand experiment.
The geography teacher then made me dress up in the toga and stand in the middle of the playground at lunch time as part of this grand experiment with the laurel leaves on my head, the next thing I knew is, I am being stabbed in the back by driving hail. The geography teacher said he was very disappointed, because he had a twenty five pound bet with the dog that it would remain sunny. I was rather annoyed because I not only looked like an IDIOT standing in the hail like that vegetarian emperor bloke who had a meal named after him…. What’s his name…….. Julius Caesar (he was stabbed in the back by hail also apparently). But the grand experiment I was undertaking was merely the result of the dog and the geography teacher having a quiet bet on some hair brained theory of the dogs. And who thought up the saying Hair brained in the first place, although in the case of the dog it is very apt.
Anyway that is it again for tonight as I am making the legs now for the Cultural Olympiad and they are complex. I am planning to make him the first four minute poet…