I belong to the world now !

You know, sometimes things have to be done simply because they have to be done. Rather like cleaning dog mess off your shoes or writing 'not known at this address' on a mailshot stamped with a “hand delivered by the Royal Mail” strap line before putting it back into a mail box for them to deal with. Admittedly the latter action is accompanied by a sense of mischievous smugness, whereas trying to do the same to the former may be messy, illegal, and would have yielded better results by sitting on the wall digging the mess from the cracks in ones shoes before flicking it at a postie trying to get things “To the occupier”.

So a blog would appear to be the thing to be done, so I shall do. Why? I, and others ask. Well, the only answer I can think of is that, rather like flicking dog poo at posties who are trying to tell “The occupier” of the superb insurance savings available, it seems like the right thing to do at the time.

I'm not sure what I'm going to write about, but I'm certain something will come to.................mind, although I am resigned to the fact that it's probably not going to be my mind.

I will take suggestions though. May I suggest that someone suggests “Poodles, dealing with them”, I probably have a few words on how to deal with natures living loo brush. Ooh, and politics, I like politics, it's so........what's the word......shite.

Ahh I should mention, there's likely to be swearing here, I'm a realist not an apologist.

So on with the show, thanks for dropping by, I'm off for a coffee and to experiment with a large bungee, a poodle, and a letterbox.