hey chaps/chappessess! As a few of you know, i have a serious phobia with frogs/toads. Saffy the cat seems to like bringing them in as gifts for me, which while i'd rather a gift of a bottle of wine.... Well anyway, these jumping useless gifts make me break out in a cold sweat, have papatations burst into tears and almost lose control of my bladder. On Friday of last week the girlies were on school holiday for a week. Saffy being the considerate cat she is brought me in a frog/toad thing, dumped it in the conservatory where she was having a field day playing with this thing making it scream and having it bounce all over the bloomin place - me not a happy bunny as you can imagine. It took me over 45 minutes to pluck up the courage to throw a towel over it, scoop it up with a very long handled dustpan and brush and take it over to the long grass across the road so that it can find its way to someones pond (next door has a pond and that's where our saffy gets them from!!) About half an hour later i went outside to check on the girls playing on their bikes, and joanne came up chuckling. Mum, mum, she says, you know that frog, well its in the road over there. so i asked if it was bouncing along and she said, 'no, its been squashed, kaitlins mum drove up to turn her car around and ran over it!!' Isnt it bloody typical that i put myself through complete torture to save this thing and it gets flippin run over by a car - how inconsiderate!!
Ah Jo, you've come across one of the fundamental truths of the universe. It reminds me of the fable of the lazy swallow, who left it too late to fly south for the winter. Sure enough, on his flight to warmer climes his wings did freeze and he realised that he would die of cold. As he lay on the ground a passing cow stopped and looked down on him. Thinking he was to be rescued, the swallow's heart skipped a beat, but the cow walked on, pausing only to defecate on top of the poor benighted bird. But, after a moment or two the swallow realised that the warmth from the steaming manure was thawing his feathers and returning strength to his chilled bones. However, he wasn't strong enough to prise himself from the pat, so he whistled out his song, as loudly as he could to attract a rescuer, and sure enough, a passing cat sidled over to the cowpat to find out what all the noise was about. It reached into the steaming pile with his paw and dug the swallow out, licked the dung from its tiny body and promptly ate it. So you see, he who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy. And he who digs you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend. But, most importantly, if you're in the shit but happy... ...keep your gob shut.
Hope your all well down there, if it ever stop raining we all may get to sit and have a chat at the cafe..
hope so!! am sick of all this rain, everywhere is flooded, drove to waterlooville yesterday to pick some supplies up for work, flippin' 'eck was driving through bloody lakes at some points!! coffee sounds like a plan!! xx
