BLESSING OR CURSE...?
(begun Tuesday 18th January at 4.10am...)
*my first effort at logging on failed miserably, and I was given an Error Message. Reboot finally had results, and I staggered (and I do mean staggered) into gmail to find young Hal at his post... My Master joined him shortly afterwards, as the desk lamp dipped alarmingly... *grins...*
I’d surfaced for no apparent reason, well after 3am, when suddenly the little room grew unbearably hot.. After going through the so-called midlife crisis some years ago, I can easily tell the difference between a hot flush and my actual surroundings increasing in termperature, believe it or not…*grins..
I sat up smartly, and a few seconds later discovered that Millie was behaving badly, and that I'd woken in the nick of time…
Now – do I thank my Controller for his excellent save, in waking me prior to the flood causing damage, or do I spit in his direction as author of said flood? *your guess, guys…
Ja, he’s very much up and about as usual, and not fifteen minutes earlier as I sat here, he suddenly changed the frequency in my ears, and I have to confess to being impressed… In fact, I said as much out loud…
Every now and then, tiny sounds out in the thick darkness have me clucking at his attempts to activate his nunus without me noticing… A different day, but the same old routine…*yawns…
It's now 4.40am and I've just been through to the kitchen, and was topping up Kitz’ bowl, when Mr. Impatient caused the fridge motor to kick in loudly.. *eyeroll… You think I’m kidding? That particular appliance may just as well be fitted with a built-in megaphone, announcing his arrival in the jackpoint, it’s that reliable… *snorts…
I’m making heavier weather than usual this morning, and had already scribbled out two thirds of today’s offering, only to read it, and find it wanting.. *shrugs.. It's mostly as hard today, to string two words together, as it was when I first began this ear-bashing monologue years ago….
The two little dogs had woken me with their sharp yaps at around 2am yesterday morning.. I'd lain there listening to the wind, before I’d heard a sudden ominous cracking outside… Me and the dogs went out to investigate, but at that stage I found nothing… I'd gone back to bed, but the cracks continued every now and then, and by 2.45am I gave up and got up…. At that point I could see that one of the old avo tree’s remaining trunks had torn itself almost through in the wind, and the branch was now hanging precariously over our little braai corner of the garden….Never a dull effing moment… *mutters….
Will I leap aboard the assisted-suicide bandwagon at this point? However tempting that is, it's pretty much a no, and only our Area Controller and his Droog could answer that truthfully.. (Yeah, I'm aware that using the term Area Controller and truth in the same breath, is bordering on an oxymoron..).
In fact, the avo tree has had white ants infesting it for years, and is way past it's sell-by date, so no, I don’t smell a rat on this occasion….
There’d been nothing I could do, so I'd come in here and sat at the desk to chat to you instead… Even above the wind I could hear the hissing sound of Bali’s own personal wireless song running nearby, and again I will insist that it's nothing remotely like the sound made by the three aircon units, within feet of where I sit… If he had it going again last night, I wouldn’t know, as it's been silent since I staggered out of bed today..
Speaking of last night – The turnout at our CPF Meeting was way better than I’d anticipated..*beams..
Did I startle the Listeners with my reticence, as I’d promised Bali I would, before I left for the Meeting? *grins.. Which of the Eavesdroppers muttered that the old cow must be up to something, she's that quiet for a change? *laughing…
I've always said there’d come a time when I'd have to back away from the CPF, and maybe this is the start of my withdrawal… *shrugs.. I joined to get some insight into the Rotten Apple's activities up at Dodge City, and have more than achieved my aim….
There’ve been many bonuses included, not the least of which has been the privilege of meeting the most amazing people from the Zone…
I’d watched from a distance last night, after the Meeting had ended, as so many had hung about chatting happily together, and am pleased that at least that much has been achieved… *beams…
My staunch Vice-Chair appears to have finally seen the writing on the wall, and realised that the tremendous effort he puts into making the CPF worthwhile, was always doomed to fail, with the stubborn refusal of Dodge City to work with us as a team…
It didn’t matter how often I'd told him that with Barnabas now elevated to Mo Shaik’s right hand, there was no way the drug scene here in the Zone would ever improve.. Being the good man that he is, he’d obviously thought we could make a difference… *sighs…
The reason for my Chairman’s sudden astonishing courtship became a little clearer last night, though I’ll have to wait a while longer before he spills the beans on the details..*winks… How easily one is manipulated by having one’s ego stroked, never fails to amuse me… Psyche 1? *looks at the Behaviourists….
There I was, rattling on to young shrooms over the years, with the suggestion that he do a dissertation on my Controller and his bizarre psychological make-up, when all the while, I now suspect that alongside the huge Damage Control Team, sits an equally impressive team of head doctors aka Behavioural Scientists! *falls over laughing.. It's not for nothing I've been labelled SLOW….
I drove home from last night’s Meeting to find all the streetlights down the Crescent were out.. At least until you reached our circuit down the bottom end…*winks… Even there, my Controller steadfastly keeps his and B.Snr’s poles, plus the Mothership, de-activated… While there may be no more ‘official’ load-shedding, you’d better believe it’s a practise that’s going to continue indefinitely…
The new lights now running the length of the orphanage dormitories, are visibly more than enough reason to warrant turning off the streetlights, are they not Balliram? My word, but they are a sight to behold, and should keep the local Wuggers content with their strengthened connections to the LAN? *winks…
For all the millions being poured into the four-Phase upgrade of the mini base-station that is St. Theresa’s, the shadowy investors are certainly getting their pound of flesh…
It was early yesterday morning that I'd looked up and across over to the Senior Boys Hostel, to find that a large amount of very attractive trees and shrubs have been removed from in front of one of the walls at that establishment… It's now quite startling in it's nakedness, and I must wonder whether it's soon to be adorned with yet another gigantic signal enhancer… *waits…
Although considerably older than the unfortunate toddlers housed in the newly embellished dorms facing us, I'd be interested to hear the number of bed-wetters over at the Senior Boys Hostel, which faces South…
South, to the glare of the ‘adjusted’ cellmast in Barnard Road, just across the Freeway, and beyond that, way in the distance, to Professor Leonard Els’ laboratory nestling in the Physics Department of the biggest Wireless Base Station in SA, at Howard College….
Chances are that the windows facing North also give a stunning view of the winking microwave tower in Overport…
Can we assume then, that the occupants of the Senior Boys Hostel are considered front-line guinea pigs, as we are down here, though for slightly different reasons?
I'd have to guess that studies will already have shown that if you’re genetically pre-disposed to say, diabetes or arthritis, it's inevitable that your suffering will be increased by the vast amounts of additional EMR now flooding the air? While I'm probably not getting the correct terminology here, I figure you follow what I’m saying?
But yes – The horrendous Knives to the Wrist and Burning Hands will most certainly be appreciated more by those who’ve already begun to display signs of arthritis, than those who haven't…
There’s an Area Controller over in Lichfield in the UK who’ll probably be able to tell you that my theory is correct… They’ve been nuking my sister with the wireless frequencies for years, to stunning effect….
(It’s way too late for your continued derisive snorts, Janneman, for the RF Specialist knows I speak the truth, as do you…)
It’s now 6.05am and the BF frequency sits silent for the moment.. Is it a curse or a blessing? If my Controller uncharacteristically reports the truth to his Superiors, he should by now have told them that Millie l is a snitch in a million… That almost to the second, she will tell me when el Monstro is paying me extra attention, with the use of the BF frequency….
Their remote has just chirruped loudly next door, and I anticipate my early warning system will herself wake up soon enough… *gags..
It's now 6.25am..
And so it was.. Not five minutes after he’d chirruped, I went through to my bedroom and Millie awoke with a jolt, and pretty soon she was shrieking wherever I went.. *dabs streaming eyes… A formidable weapon indeed, and one that will be employed with equally amazing results on those whose systems are already flawed…*belches…
Reading wrathex’ optimistic post in the Depression thread in the Off Topic Forum, the night before last, I’m forced to wonder whether her talk of the amazing change that’s taking place for the better, concerns a different planet to ours… *grins.. For here in the Zone at least, there's a vastly different picture to the one she paints for you…. *shrugs..
Peace…
---oOo---
Tuesday 18th January 2011 at 10.36am…
Monday, January 17, 2011
OLD WOUNDS..
(begun Sunday 16th January at 5.00am..)
The site of Millie ll’s brutal removal on my hip, burns and itches as I write, though I've not heard a peep from that area in a while… The GP insisted that he’d taken all of her, and I believe he did.. How clever is that then? While Millie l sits relatively quietly for the moment, the long-healed wound below her, is awake and calling..
A fine adjustment made to the BF frequency O Master mine? Cunning indeed! *applauds..
Did the uniformed Head? Of Technical Services, that I met in the GP’s waiting room that day, ever watch the footage of Millie ll’s removal? Did he go out of his way to see the results of his endeavours? * curious.. You’ll recall that he was the chap I'd described as a clone of the Trouble-Shooter, who'd been sent in to clean up Dodge City? That physically, he could have been Leon Matthysen’s brother, the resemblance was so startling?
My Tormentors come from all walks of life, that’s fosho..*grins.. Apparently all that’s required, is a glitch on your moral compass, and you too could be turned on by the cries of agony made by a foolish old woman enduring an elaborate payback scheme…
Ain't that the truth, Roy? * looks at the owner of Royal Security, and now the sturdy little Nissan Langley.. That footage still doing the rounds, or has it ended up amongst Glen Nayager’s most prized possessions? To be hauled out now and then and enjoyed, by the disgraced ex-Head of Sydenham Station and his IT Monkey, Colin P. Balliram?
Do I think that’s it? Hell no!.. You consider Balliram hangs on my every word, through simple dedication to duty? *falls over laughing.. Duty be damned! The Sadist lurks in the hopes of hearing of a planned visit to the Doctor or Dentist, is all.. It could include the Optician as well, as they need very little time to get hold of their Mob contact down in Springfield Park, at the lens-makers… *winks…
Eh, Bali.. That’s what makes me quite so special in your eyes, right? That it's rare for the victim to be totally aware of every angle employed by the Payback Artists, and yet to remain helpless to change the status quo… Come on, admit it.. It adds a new dimension of sick delight, that you don’t get from any of the many other helpless victims you torture..? *grins..
The best part is that your Fanbois continue to be persuaded that I'm delusional, and that your filthy hands are in fact snow white… *keels over choking….
I'd bet even money that in this regard you continue to lie to your little wife? Her PR Performances in your defence might falter badly were she aware of the full extent of your activities, and you can't afford that, now can you? Easier then to just lie to her, and to keep lying?
Does this knowledge burn, Tamara? For after all this time, you have to know that your SO prevaricates as easily to you, as he does to anyone else.. Dem’s da breaks hey?
It's now 5.35am and the pressure in my ears suddenly increases radically.. Mornin’ Bali… *waves…
At 5.45am I went outside and onto the path between our homes.. Once again the aircon unit by their bedroom window hums quietly, neatly deadening any other noises our Controller may have been running earlier… *winks..
This morning however, one or both of the units stuck on and by der Bunker, are also functioning.. Oddness, as it was a wonderfully cool night and even now, with the sun just peeping over the horizen, there is no sign of the heat to come..
A useful tool are these aircon units. (I'm betting that’s been said about el Monstro on more than one occasion!) *cackles…
Remember how I told you that my Landscape Artist had hacked back the bouganvilla so fiercely, up in the rockery last weekend? How I'd casually asked him whether he'd found ‘it’ and he’d replied no? I was weeding at sparrow’s in the flowerbed just below the rockery yesterday morning, when the cheeky nunu suddenly purred at me.. *falls over laughing…
So, V spoke the truth, and it's my contention that he was ordered to cut the shrub back, simply to facilitate better LOS for Balliram's wireless device… *shrugs..
The angelus is sounding, and I must go feed the birds..
LATER at 8.05am
It's interesting to speculate how accurately I've profiled the creature deemed so suitable to be our Area Controller… Did the Behaviourists insist that he be ordered to stop the petty mischief, including such minor tweaks as corrupting Word as I type out my blog? Did they know full well that this enforced censure would feed his rage to white-hot proportions, making doubly sure that no sudden conscience would kick in, when he was told to unleash the barrage of unregulated frequencies upon us? As if..! *snorts..
If you're actually paying someone to come up with that bullshit, I could've told you for free that Balliram is one that needs no reason or excuse whatsoever, to cause physical pain to his fellow-man.. Barnabas knew his man, as did the Strategist, when first they touted him for the position of Area Controller…
In the early days when the concerted smear campaign first began, and the mischief to our appliances, our Controller was only concerned with the possibility of being caught, and the damage that might do to his image… Missus C was his rock and his Saviour in that area…
Recently however, things have changed dramatically, and my sudden inability to access trivia, was pretty much when the Second Phase began..
I blogged at the time that I could smell it, did I not? The sudden huge increase in Bali’s confidence, and in the attacks upon us? Round about when the BigKnobs called him in for a conference and told him that he's to concentrate on getting results from the unregulated frequencies, and that they would back him to the hilt, no matter what truths I revealed here?
When I now tell of his uncontrollable assaults on me in the wee hours, (you simply have to LOVE that pun),using the BF frequency, do his Superiors smile tolerantly at each other, and say that you can't make a silk purse out of a hog’s buttocks?
Leaving his victims where? Much as I've used the word schadenfreude in the past, you may now safely upgrade that to Sadist… I'll wager that Colin Prakash Balliram has found his niche in life at last, and is getting paid handsomely for it… *spews..
Donald? No, not you Doug, I'm not at all sure about your role in all of this.. So, Donald – My words ring a bell? Have you acquired a taste for hearing the groans and whimpers of pain emitted by those on the circuits you control, that you’ve judged unpleasant and dealt with? Have you entered Phase 2 yet, or are your Superiors still uncertain that you enjoy it sufficiently, to order that you increase the use of the unregulated frequencies? At first I'd thought it merely a cruel twist of fate that Millie and her relatives reacted so badly to the BF frequency… I've since come to realise that any open wounds will have a similar reaction, and that it's no wonder Gary left when he did, and that his father seems set to join him fairly soon…
The pain caused by this specific frequency to their ulcerated legs, alone, must have given my perverted Area Controller more sick satisfaction than he'll ever admit to..
Once you’ve finally realised that this fine specimen of a supposedly civilised society, is indeed able to listen to the conversations in your home, and will report back on any minor ailment or illness suffered by an Occupant, you will understand why he is so prized by the Authors.. Why they have consistently fallen about choking with mirth each time I've screamed of his unsuitability.. *yawns..
They couldn’t have asked for a finer example of what's needed to get the dirty work done.. A Controller with a bent for causing physical pain, and who is actually turned on by the results…
No wonder he's been tasked to tutor your kids.. By the time he's finished with them, you can bet that hacking into your neighbour's system won't be all they’ve learned.. Along with that, will come a new appreciation for the sadistic opportunities offered by the Big Brother technology.. Right, Bali?
While I'm at it – Which of you is still fool enough to believe that his being absent in person from the scene of the assaults, makes him innocent?
Assuredly bright as you are, you are nonetheless sheep. Sheep, as easily conned as this Arch-Eejit herself..*curtseys…
LATER at 2.45pm
It must have been sometime between 12noon and 2pm, that the Chickencoop’s alarm rang it's full course, on three separate occasions..*blinks.. We were seeing the kid off a while later, when the dark blue people carrier pulled out of No. 6 and left.. Family? *yawns…
She’d insisted I watch the movie and I didn’t regret it.. If you’ve not seen In Bruges yet, do yourself a favour, as it's running on DSTV this month…
Friday early on, I'd gone up to the Nursery and gotten four of those big sacks of mushroom compost. I heaved them out of the boot and down the stairs unaided, and dug them in to the veggie patch..
So what? Again – a heavy, sweaty job, achieved without a single protest from Millie or her sisters, and this time not even a haemmorage (sp)..
If you’ve half a brain, youll get my point.. While she’s surely one of the most disgusting sights on the planet, she requires the BF frequency alone, before she causes me any pain at all… Wakey, wakey…
A frequency that was employed well after the initial delight of the Burning, Dead Hands was flooding our homes.. Is it perhaps already well documented, as to the effect it has on open wounds? *looks at Prof. Leonard Els with interest….
Was it just pure dumb luck on the Creep’s part, or was he given a nudge to try it, after the stunning effect it appeared to have on young Gary, and then his dad? Either way, would you care to pass me that bucket? *heaves…
LATER at 3.30pm
Did the blue car drop Bali back off at home? It must have done, or why are all the aircon units now humming busily and the windows shut tight? Alternatively, was he home all along, and did he deliberately set the house alarm off three times? I only have to mutter aloud for Millie to perk up and say Hi Master, to know that he's not far away..*grins.. Don’t give up your day job, dear…
AT 3.45pm
Clearly, it took Bali all of fifteen minutes to figure out why I'd been out on the side path, and that I would've heard the aircon units running, for the BF frequency has suddenly kicked in with enraged intensity… Peace..
---oOo---
Monday 17th January j2011 at 11.27am..
(begun Sunday 16th January at 5.00am..)
The site of Millie ll’s brutal removal on my hip, burns and itches as I write, though I've not heard a peep from that area in a while… The GP insisted that he’d taken all of her, and I believe he did.. How clever is that then? While Millie l sits relatively quietly for the moment, the long-healed wound below her, is awake and calling..
A fine adjustment made to the BF frequency O Master mine? Cunning indeed! *applauds..
Did the uniformed Head? Of Technical Services, that I met in the GP’s waiting room that day, ever watch the footage of Millie ll’s removal? Did he go out of his way to see the results of his endeavours? * curious.. You’ll recall that he was the chap I'd described as a clone of the Trouble-Shooter, who'd been sent in to clean up Dodge City? That physically, he could have been Leon Matthysen’s brother, the resemblance was so startling?
My Tormentors come from all walks of life, that’s fosho..*grins.. Apparently all that’s required, is a glitch on your moral compass, and you too could be turned on by the cries of agony made by a foolish old woman enduring an elaborate payback scheme…
Ain't that the truth, Roy? * looks at the owner of Royal Security, and now the sturdy little Nissan Langley.. That footage still doing the rounds, or has it ended up amongst Glen Nayager’s most prized possessions? To be hauled out now and then and enjoyed, by the disgraced ex-Head of Sydenham Station and his IT Monkey, Colin P. Balliram?
Do I think that’s it? Hell no!.. You consider Balliram hangs on my every word, through simple dedication to duty? *falls over laughing.. Duty be damned! The Sadist lurks in the hopes of hearing of a planned visit to the Doctor or Dentist, is all.. It could include the Optician as well, as they need very little time to get hold of their Mob contact down in Springfield Park, at the lens-makers… *winks…
Eh, Bali.. That’s what makes me quite so special in your eyes, right? That it's rare for the victim to be totally aware of every angle employed by the Payback Artists, and yet to remain helpless to change the status quo… Come on, admit it.. It adds a new dimension of sick delight, that you don’t get from any of the many other helpless victims you torture..? *grins..
The best part is that your Fanbois continue to be persuaded that I'm delusional, and that your filthy hands are in fact snow white… *keels over choking….
I'd bet even money that in this regard you continue to lie to your little wife? Her PR Performances in your defence might falter badly were she aware of the full extent of your activities, and you can't afford that, now can you? Easier then to just lie to her, and to keep lying?
Does this knowledge burn, Tamara? For after all this time, you have to know that your SO prevaricates as easily to you, as he does to anyone else.. Dem’s da breaks hey?
It's now 5.35am and the pressure in my ears suddenly increases radically.. Mornin’ Bali… *waves…
At 5.45am I went outside and onto the path between our homes.. Once again the aircon unit by their bedroom window hums quietly, neatly deadening any other noises our Controller may have been running earlier… *winks..
This morning however, one or both of the units stuck on and by der Bunker, are also functioning.. Oddness, as it was a wonderfully cool night and even now, with the sun just peeping over the horizen, there is no sign of the heat to come..
A useful tool are these aircon units. (I'm betting that’s been said about el Monstro on more than one occasion!) *cackles…
Remember how I told you that my Landscape Artist had hacked back the bouganvilla so fiercely, up in the rockery last weekend? How I'd casually asked him whether he'd found ‘it’ and he’d replied no? I was weeding at sparrow’s in the flowerbed just below the rockery yesterday morning, when the cheeky nunu suddenly purred at me.. *falls over laughing…
So, V spoke the truth, and it's my contention that he was ordered to cut the shrub back, simply to facilitate better LOS for Balliram's wireless device… *shrugs..
The angelus is sounding, and I must go feed the birds..
LATER at 8.05am
It's interesting to speculate how accurately I've profiled the creature deemed so suitable to be our Area Controller… Did the Behaviourists insist that he be ordered to stop the petty mischief, including such minor tweaks as corrupting Word as I type out my blog? Did they know full well that this enforced censure would feed his rage to white-hot proportions, making doubly sure that no sudden conscience would kick in, when he was told to unleash the barrage of unregulated frequencies upon us? As if..! *snorts..
If you're actually paying someone to come up with that bullshit, I could've told you for free that Balliram is one that needs no reason or excuse whatsoever, to cause physical pain to his fellow-man.. Barnabas knew his man, as did the Strategist, when first they touted him for the position of Area Controller…
In the early days when the concerted smear campaign first began, and the mischief to our appliances, our Controller was only concerned with the possibility of being caught, and the damage that might do to his image… Missus C was his rock and his Saviour in that area…
Recently however, things have changed dramatically, and my sudden inability to access trivia, was pretty much when the Second Phase began..
I blogged at the time that I could smell it, did I not? The sudden huge increase in Bali’s confidence, and in the attacks upon us? Round about when the BigKnobs called him in for a conference and told him that he's to concentrate on getting results from the unregulated frequencies, and that they would back him to the hilt, no matter what truths I revealed here?
When I now tell of his uncontrollable assaults on me in the wee hours, (you simply have to LOVE that pun),using the BF frequency, do his Superiors smile tolerantly at each other, and say that you can't make a silk purse out of a hog’s buttocks?
Leaving his victims where? Much as I've used the word schadenfreude in the past, you may now safely upgrade that to Sadist… I'll wager that Colin Prakash Balliram has found his niche in life at last, and is getting paid handsomely for it… *spews..
Donald? No, not you Doug, I'm not at all sure about your role in all of this.. So, Donald – My words ring a bell? Have you acquired a taste for hearing the groans and whimpers of pain emitted by those on the circuits you control, that you’ve judged unpleasant and dealt with? Have you entered Phase 2 yet, or are your Superiors still uncertain that you enjoy it sufficiently, to order that you increase the use of the unregulated frequencies? At first I'd thought it merely a cruel twist of fate that Millie and her relatives reacted so badly to the BF frequency… I've since come to realise that any open wounds will have a similar reaction, and that it's no wonder Gary left when he did, and that his father seems set to join him fairly soon…
The pain caused by this specific frequency to their ulcerated legs, alone, must have given my perverted Area Controller more sick satisfaction than he'll ever admit to..
Once you’ve finally realised that this fine specimen of a supposedly civilised society, is indeed able to listen to the conversations in your home, and will report back on any minor ailment or illness suffered by an Occupant, you will understand why he is so prized by the Authors.. Why they have consistently fallen about choking with mirth each time I've screamed of his unsuitability.. *yawns..
They couldn’t have asked for a finer example of what's needed to get the dirty work done.. A Controller with a bent for causing physical pain, and who is actually turned on by the results…
No wonder he's been tasked to tutor your kids.. By the time he's finished with them, you can bet that hacking into your neighbour's system won't be all they’ve learned.. Along with that, will come a new appreciation for the sadistic opportunities offered by the Big Brother technology.. Right, Bali?
While I'm at it – Which of you is still fool enough to believe that his being absent in person from the scene of the assaults, makes him innocent?
Assuredly bright as you are, you are nonetheless sheep. Sheep, as easily conned as this Arch-Eejit herself..*curtseys…
LATER at 2.45pm
It must have been sometime between 12noon and 2pm, that the Chickencoop’s alarm rang it's full course, on three separate occasions..*blinks.. We were seeing the kid off a while later, when the dark blue people carrier pulled out of No. 6 and left.. Family? *yawns…
She’d insisted I watch the movie and I didn’t regret it.. If you’ve not seen In Bruges yet, do yourself a favour, as it's running on DSTV this month…
Friday early on, I'd gone up to the Nursery and gotten four of those big sacks of mushroom compost. I heaved them out of the boot and down the stairs unaided, and dug them in to the veggie patch..
So what? Again – a heavy, sweaty job, achieved without a single protest from Millie or her sisters, and this time not even a haemmorage (sp)..
If you’ve half a brain, youll get my point.. While she’s surely one of the most disgusting sights on the planet, she requires the BF frequency alone, before she causes me any pain at all… Wakey, wakey…
A frequency that was employed well after the initial delight of the Burning, Dead Hands was flooding our homes.. Is it perhaps already well documented, as to the effect it has on open wounds? *looks at Prof. Leonard Els with interest….
Was it just pure dumb luck on the Creep’s part, or was he given a nudge to try it, after the stunning effect it appeared to have on young Gary, and then his dad? Either way, would you care to pass me that bucket? *heaves…
LATER at 3.30pm
Did the blue car drop Bali back off at home? It must have done, or why are all the aircon units now humming busily and the windows shut tight? Alternatively, was he home all along, and did he deliberately set the house alarm off three times? I only have to mutter aloud for Millie to perk up and say Hi Master, to know that he's not far away..*grins.. Don’t give up your day job, dear…
AT 3.45pm
Clearly, it took Bali all of fifteen minutes to figure out why I'd been out on the side path, and that I would've heard the aircon units running, for the BF frequency has suddenly kicked in with enraged intensity… Peace..
---oOo---
Monday 17th January j2011 at 11.27am..
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