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Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil....

Words from a Bird.  Day 29

I come across many people during the course of my day, some of which happen to chance upon my ramblings.  Most people are too embarrassed to admit that they actually read it, (let's face it, if my blog were a magazine, it would probably be stored under the counter, only to be furtively pulled out and put into a brown paper bag with a knowing wink).  These people rarely mention it, preferring to talk about anything else other than what I have written about that day.  Looking back on some of the subjects I have covered to date (blood pressure, dust bunnies, needlework, Tom Hardy, mops and orchids to mention a few) I can't say that I entirely blame them.  In fact, I sometimes catch them looking at me wondering whether something they say will trigger a subject the next day.  It makes people cautious.....

But some days, and these are the ones I like best, someone will come up to me and usually say one of the following comments:

'Your blog really made me laugh/cry this morning' (Delete as appropriate)
'You are so right about *****'
'I had one of those!'
'Your poor husband' (Frequent)
'Oh, poor you' (More frequent)

Today, one of my gorgeous neighbours pulled up alongside me and said, 'Have you got your puppy yet?'  Now this question triggered a few responses in rapid succession.  First reaction was, 'Hooray, someone has read it today, and is willing to admit it!'  Second reaction was, 'Ah, not read it too closely as she would have known that we haven't picked Reg yet (as he is to be known) and that we are just at the looking stage'..... This doesn't bother me at all if I'm honest.  I mean, it's neither rocket science nor War and Peace, just a bit of idle flim-flam to be flicked over with a cup of tea and a Digestive.

It's the written equivalent of being given a bunch of chrysanthemums (the blue garage kind -ladies, you know what I am talking about)....a smile on receipt (well they are flowers) which fades as you put them in the vase, the joy of receiving flowers dissipating as you locate them somewhere discreet, knowing full well that they will mock you for at least three weeks with, 'Look at us, just cut our stems a little and strip off our withered leaves, we'll give you at least another two weeks'.  You may have guessed by now, I don't like chrysanthemums. 

What I am trying to say I suppose, is that I shan't be asking questions.... I am just glad that it is enjoyed for a few seconds before you get on with the rest of your day.

Going back to the chat with my lovely friend, I told her we would be getting a dog rather than a bitch, because if we  ended up with puppies, I could never let them leave my house, and there is a chance I would morph into slightly kinder version of Cruella de Vil , surrounded by four legged fuzzballs.

Of course, you'll never catch me in a full length Schnauzer fur coat...

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