Tuesday, 8 July 2014
The Return of President Putin
There is something slightly odd about a clock that has a rather flat battery, when I say flat I refer to the power of the battery rather than a squashed one. Clocks tend to be a device of certainty something we trust and rely on while they rotate. Of course every now and again we come across one that is stopped but that is OK because it is stopped and as we know a stopped clock is in general of little use.
However a clock with a nice big friendly face and hands that are ticking away as they should; should be correct, if it was correct last time it was looked at, not at least half an hour slow. So it was that our trip to collect President Putin from our friend, an artist and Member of Plaid Cymru got off to a slightly sudden start when every other clock in the house chimed a chirpy Half Past Ten. I have always been told it is not good to make President Putin wait, which is slightly unfair as I have a feeling he has a habit of doing that very thing to other important people at times.
Anyway we got to collect Mr Putin right on time and he never noticed a thing, despite going what is called here in
at least . . . . . The Pretty Way. . . . .
I am not sure if this is a term used in other parts of the world but it
generally refers to either getting lost or taking the very long route to your
destination. This can happen when the
driver of the vehicle goes into auto pilot and only realizes the error of his
way when the passengers ask in a quizzical way WHERE ARE WE GOING? Ghost
Writers make rubbish chauffeurs . . . and Ghost Writers as it happens. Britain
We have also seen Miss Jo who had her Birthday today and I ate fairy cake and ginger cake and another cake, so I have eaten three cakes today so that is quite good.
I sure you will all be pleased to hear President Putin in Hanging on the wall again now where he belongs. . . . . . .