Showing posts with label bones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bones. Show all posts

Monday, 15 April 2019

The 2019 A to Z Challenge . . . Letter M


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All I can say/type is that my Master Plan is working well. OK when I say working well I mean it is working sort of OK.  I can hear a hint of scepticism in you reading can’t I   . . . . .  OK my Master Plan is Rubbish.  Something that I’m sure many folk are starting to think when they reach the Letter M in this little Challenge. This is the way of Master Plans. They seem like a great idea at first, but then stuff sort of never actually goes to Plan which in the case of a Master Plan is not good.

One small and positive point while on the Letter M is everyone likes the Mallard Duck and also the old steam train named after the Duck . . . . . or was it the other way round. Apparently there was a huge race between the Train and the Duck on the 3rd July 1938 which sadly the Duck lost. Although many say making the Duck follow an old steam train though a long dark soot filled tunnel was somewhat of a disadvantage to the Duck. So although the Duck lost the race it always felt that the fact it was only after a photo finish meant that; had the race been run fairly things would have ended differently?  The train itself achieved a new world record of 126 mph (203 km/h) which still stands as a world record for a steam train to this day, although the Duck is keen to point out he is faster.

MMMMmmm  I feel maybe this Master Plan is not working as planned after all. . . . . . . . . . . . . DAMN




A quiet day in the village 






Thursday, 15 August 2013

Bones, X Rays and Robots

This morning dad said I needed an X ray as it was very important to establish whether or not I had bones inside me, I did tell him I did but he said I would say that and he wanted evidence.  You see last night he insisted that I had a fight with Robo-Rob in a struggle to the death battle of wits (I sort of got that wrong last night). He even had a bet with the Ghost Writer, who said I was bound to win as I had a pointy stick even if the Robo-Rob had a devastating laser death ray; as I am even more slippery than a charmed greased pig with nine lives.



As it happened luck was on my side as the devastating laser death ray used rather a lot of power, and Robo-Rob spent just a bit too long showing off by zapping my collection of pointy sticks but ran out of power completely leaving just the one. . . . . . . So no contest really. Dad blames it on the Nano-technology electronic cyberbrain he has designed to replace politicians, as politicians do like to show off and run out of steam before they actually do anything. So he plans to redesign these Robots to be more robot like. Anyway he reckoned just to be on the safe side he needed to ensure the Robo-Rob was not being sneaky (well these Nano-politican electronics can’t be trusted) and that I was me…….   


On returning home from my X ray reassured that I am full of bones, I decided to celebrate by putting drainage pipes in a deep hole and poking them with a pointy stick (I need to make some more now). And that was about it for the day…..