Dead Animal Round up

Well I've been in a whirlwind of change and busy-ness the last few weeks - and no bloggin action has taken place! I was going to write a blog about my worry over what forms my blog should take - should it be an emptying of my heart? A soapbox for my politcal thoughts? a day by day account of things I do? I couldn't come to any rational decision on this, so decided to make it whatever I damn well feel like when I get round to adding to it OKAY? good.

Ahem - where was I? oh yes - dead animal time!
First up is a dead dog I saw on my way to work. I had forgotten my glasses so actually thought this to be a real dog untill I got closer (it's the tongue hanging out of it's mouth that gives away it's deadness).

However I have been finding dead birds in the garden. I don't think Mr. Ruddock has caught them as if he catches something, he'll usually display it for us as a gift. Debbie and I reckon it's the newly errected mobile phone mast just beyond our garden - I'm sure I read somewhere that everytime a mobile phonecall makes a connection, that burst of electro-magnetic radiation can knock some bird's radar out, sometimes killing them. remember - everytime you pick up a call, you kill a sparrow.

KIT no KAT

Well there I was - fending off a mid-afternoon pang of choco need, so I popped down to the cornershop, and bought myself a KITKAT. I always feel a bit guilty buying them because Nestle apparently rape babies (RAPE BABIES I TELLS YA!) but they do taste good. Just that right balance between chocolate and wafer.
NOT THIS TIME! I got all Kit (the chocolate) without any KAT (the wafer). I was shocked and amused - at first anyway, I mean it's not everyday this sort of wonder happens is it? I ate the first finger, assuming all would be normal on the second, but AGAIN! it was solid chocolate. I then took a photo about half way through before finishing it off. I was going to save the last two fingers to send back to nestle, but I got hungry a bit later on and ate them too. I'll probably still send them the wrapper and an angry letter of course.

weeky

The weekend, it came and went - Ian and Heather had a birthday party on Friday night at Buffalo - it started swinging, but what with gatecrashers ahoy and muscling in DJ's with shit records, it turned a tad dull - so much so the birthday boy and lady left before anyone else.
Saturday I tried to do some work but technology got in my way. 6 hours wasted and I went to a HRH Queen Elizabeth styled tea party. Very tasty with scones, cucumber sandwiches and Pimms. Lots of Pimms.
Sunday I felt a touch broken and lacklustre. Debbie was feeling the blues and we spent the day tidying the house and doing supermarket shopping.
Meh.
My toe hurts less now though - so it's not broken, just a tad kaput.