What did I say last time? Something about basking in balmy, Spring-like weather or something similar I seem to recollect. Boy! Did I mis-speak. Temperatures have reverted to their “normal” February range with a bitterly biting easterly wind bringing sub-freezing temperatures from Scandinavia. At least we have been spared the mountains of snow they were predicting (so far – in our part of the country) which I can definitely do without. The silver lining is the frozen tundra, of course, which means that Molly returns from our walks unblemished. Continue reading “24 February 2013”
24 February 2013 – Amusements
“What do you do?” the pretty young thing asked the fellow on the stool next to her at the local watering hole.
“I’m a carnival performer,” he said. “I do amazing mental tricks.”
“Really? Like what?” she asked.
“The most amazing one is, I can feel a woman’s breasts, and tell the exact day she was born.”
“No way!”
“Yes, really.”
“OK, try it on me,” she said.
He reached over, put his hands up her shirt, and started poking, prodding, caressing, and gently pinching. He was clearly concentrating, but didn’t say a word.
“Well?” she finally she demanded after about two minutes. “When was I born?!”
“I’ve got it exactly,” he said, with one final squeeze. “Yesterday.” Continue reading “24 February 2013 – Amusements”