Due to unforeseen and frankly bizarre blog relating oddness, I have been incommunicado for a couple of weeks. Not for want of trying I can assure you, but for some reason Google decided to re-write Canterbury Tales in arabic - more like Cairo Tales.(interesting side note - while attempting to find amusing city names beginning with C, I found none in Iran, UAE or Saudi Arabia - who knew?)
Anyway, sidling past the sickly crone that is Google, I have plunged into the welcoming embrace of Bing, and all is well (for the moment).
Returning to my ongoing rant about the modern world, a moment of madness a couple of weeks ago. Street outside Casa Del Bear was filled with armed police and snarling alsations, all trying (as it turned out) to flush out a tramp with an air rifle from the murder house at the end of the road. In spite of being told to stay indoors by the fuzz, me and Mr Handy hung out of the window waiting for something to happen.
Bearing in mind, nothing interesting ever happens in our street, I was horrified to find the following dropping out of my mouth after about 10 minutes:-
"This is boring, can't we fast forward?"
I am horrified. It seems that modernity and all it's naughtiness has managed to get past my Vulcan logic block. I can see no other option than to spend the weekend in silent contemplation surrounded by the written word. I shall report next week.....
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