I thought I had found a place on the planet safe from the dreaded stalker but being a friend of a friend she found me. First there was Hi 5 and I stopped that due to her spurious spewings of obscenities that would make even your hair curl. Not forgetting the chain mail which I do not amour at all especially in Spanish.
Then she dumped on Mywasteofspace blog more obscenities after I accepted her as a friend of a friend. That is when she was deleted and her friend stopped talking to me accordingly. Tough, it was his loss, not mine as I hate shallow people amongst other things.
Anyway, I thought Slap and Tickle was a safe haven as it has, or used to have, intelligent tests to take. Now, there is an outbreak of homemade quizzes and so after doing three I thought, On your pedaling machines, there is no time for this. There are 80 friends if each does one a week then that is muchas temp consuming.
Then I discover that my Slap and Tickle Comment box has 500 messages, mostly my entries and then no more so all the earlier ones have been wiped out as it is an ongoing thingie. I had a brainwave and deleted all the gratuitous messages demanding that I take a Quiz as well as some of my rubbish and the messages returned to the bottom. Now they are all saved and backed up it does not matter.
Anyway, I went onto Clouds and who should be there waiting to be made a friend, yes, the friend of a friend, so even Slap and Tickle is no haven. To cover myself, I altered my profile to say that I did not want gratuitous obscenities that would offend my Mother posted because that is how I write – as if I was writing to her or an elderly relative, well most of the time for public use, unless the imp within strides out.
So, not only does she have my Hi5, Tickle but also my Email address and that is where the latest request to do a test that she has just done has been posted. Fortunately the link was duff and the chain broke so I could not take her up, not that I was going to but my curiosity will one day be the death of me.
I am not a meat and three veg person because I eat anything, within reason, not being afraid to try new things and not being a creature of eternal habit. Also I am not an apple pie and blackberry crumble baker every Tuesday of the year so do not like to be pulled into that category which is why I am me and they are they and not really the twain shall meet. Not that it bothers me but the mentality of some people there is quite stunningly challenging for me to understand. I probably should not be saying this if my stars for yesterday were to be followed.
Now I must make a start on my book just to see whether I can still fantasize enough to write in that mode again. They do not grow on trees believe me and if writing a story was as easy as picking blackberries and apples then maybe I should take up the baking lark and leave the bookings to the worms. And the only thing that keeps me grounded is that she will not find me here in a million years, thank heaven for small mercies
Well, it is therapeutic to grot on a blog about a block and you never know what might get moving once it is said. Now where is that wide open space for me to sit and do the aforementioned whilst meditating on nothing other than if only I could bake.
