Island Life

Ah, to live on a desert island with The Man.

"I arrest you on suspicion of poor decorating taste."


"Lord, that wallpaper was so loud I had to wear earphones.I still have a headache."


Now that's what I call a Sound Body.


Bobby practises his one-handed sign language (yes, it does exist)


Bobby can't decide if he should let Connie kiss him. (How perfect is this picture?)


Checking out a nice dark corner for our tryst.


Still thinking about that kiss.


"Or we could have a dance."


Oh, woof!

New Find

I went to the West End today to do some shopping. Of course, while looking for DVDs for my student, I had to see if anything Vincent was in stock. No Staten Island, but a UK release version of The Narrows was on the shelves. I hadn't noticed it had been issued, but then I do have the US version.

Of course, I had to buy a copy, not least because this here Sony computer cannot be manipulated to play other regions' DVDs.

And then, it was there, so who am I to say no?

It was £9.99. A bargain at half the price.

In Circles

He'd easily run rings round me.

Life, but not Vincent

Not yet. I'm not in the right place yet.

Yesterday his nurse and I took my student with ALD to the theatre to see The Tempest. They were pretty true to the text, even though most of the audience was under 11. Alex was the only older student there. He had audio description headphones, as he cannot see the stage even from a couple of feet away. I'd like to say he enjoyed it, but it really wasn't possible to tell. He was sick a couple of times before we set out, then again in the car.

Today I had to take my cat Amber for her six-weekly kidney jab, so I decided to ask the vet to arrange a chicken cremation. Unfortunately I cannot have the ashes back as chickens are classed as livestock, and it is not permitted. Amber was uncharacteristically angelic. I wonder what she's up to?

At 6.30 there was a street meeting with the safer neighbourhood police team. As usual it was pretty poorly attended (I suppose that could be classed as good, meaning people don't have many concerns) but I thought I ought to go, as a local assembly co-ordinator. There were a few people asking for information or advice. I'm not a great lover of the police - almost have the scars to prove my demonstrating past - but these are a pretty OK bunch.

There were quite a lot of drivers who looked at the gathering as if wondering what crime had been committed by whom. One lowered his mobile phone so as not to be caught using it while driving (which is illegal over here) but didn't even wait to be past before lifting it back to his ear.

Coincidentally, the newspaper today had a query in its question-and-answer section about what you should do if you see someone texting while driving. One tongue-in-cheek answer said, Take a photo of them on your mobile phone camera as you overtake them.

Mmm, must try that one...

Sorry

I'm still feeling pretty depressed, can't imagine writing witty captions or even choosing Vincent pictures to post. I don't know if I'll feel like visitng all your blogs, but if I do, I don't think I have the heart to comment.

Love you all, and thank you for your condolences. It doesn't take away the horror of what happened to those poor little girls. And it was my fault. I gave the fox the opportunity and she took it. And she is still looking for another chance to finish off what she started.

I'm so sorry, my darlings

I just didn't believe. How could a fox snatch you in a few minutes? It was 3.30 in the afternoon. I let you out then left you alone to do a couple of things indoors. I was on the toilet when I heard your distress. I couldn't get outside quickly enough.

Daisy, you were missing. Rosie, I found you dying. A fox had done its worst.

Only Poppy was left. I phoned the rescue people for advice. They said Poppy would not be happy alone.

I went to the garden centre to buy you a friend, but you just seem to want to bully her.

It's all my fault. Now I believe. But for you it's too late.

Goodbye my sweet little darlings. You thought you'd found heaven. Maybe now you really have. (If only I believed that.)

Physician Heal Thyself

Twenty-something years ago, I was at a party at the new house of some friends. They had just moved into this palatial residence:


I didn't know they had a pool, so I had not brought a swimming costume.



While standing around discussing with another guest whether we ought to skinny dip, a voice behind us joined in. When I turned around, I saw this guy:

Glenn Wilson

Well, he was 20+ years younger, and so was I , but he was short, dumpy and bearded. I was gorgeous, if I do say so myself.

He questioned me about various personal matters, including the proposed skinny dip, and whether I would have a bath with a partner.

I blew him off with a comment about my then boyfriend who, at 6'4", was far too tall to fit in my bath all by himself, let alone with me as well.

I was a bit gobsmacked. Later, I mentioned the conversation to someone else. "You know what he does, don't you?" No, I didn't. "He's a sex psychologist." !!!

Over the years, I have seen him proffer his expertise on TV several times, and always cringed.

The party-giver later told me the story of how, at their previous house, which had woodland behind it, he (a married man) had taken a likely lady into their woods, and his car got stuck in the mud. He had to call them out after midnight to help him release the vehicle.

What a creep.

You can read more about him here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glenn_Wilson_(psychologist)

I bet he wrote it himself.

Making Us Crazy

"No, really, look it up: Bobby - sexiest; most handsome,"

"What am I hiding in my hand? You're hoping it's a condom?"


"Why are you so upset that Katya would have preferred me to your ugly old mug?"


"I love to show off my nice, smooth neck. It drives the Vixens wild."


"Is this my best side?"


Det. Goren casually lets his jacket fall open.

And so we are all driven to the edge of insanity. But nicely.

The story continues

The next chapter has just been posted. Today, the "adult" content warning is needed.

http://aftermajorcase.blogspot.com/