Dogged....
(begun Tuesday 12th February at 7.45am..)

*Our Wee Willie next door executed a bit of a power-play this arvo at 2.10pm.. I'd booted up only to find his latest party-trick involving the DNS lookup failure had led to blogger being beyond my reach... May I remind his pupils at this point that Eavesdroppers seldom hear good of themselves, and that if you're hunched over your laptop in the recesses of an otherwise empty house, putting the Sadist's instructions into practise, it's surely time for a career change?*

I'd have to guess that Damage Control have barreled on in to the Cato Manor Facebook group to diffuse the situation, by employing the old 'stress' chestnut?  Is that what you're feeding to any interested parties behind the scenes?  That the Unit's Officers are stressed and could succumb to lethal heart-attacks as a result? Denial, denial, denial?  There's no such thing as the Surveillance technology I whitter on about, and certainly not a technology capable of being employed as a Lethal weapon?

Much like Rezah Isaacs, I'm over-qualified on the subject, though of course we're at opposite ends of the scale, me being on the receiving end, and him being on the Consultant and Distribution side of this project... Your man/wife/daughter/son is still with Booysen's beleagured Unit, and you've seen their stress for yourself?  A bit of subliminal suggestion there, dudes?
If they weren't that stressed before, chances are that the more emphatically you insist they are, the more likely their anxiety will increase... Neat, but sickening... Let's see just how committed you are to protecting those remaining Officers, or whether you'll sit back and allow them to be tossed to the wolves like Auerbach...

It's nearly 8am, and the sound of the Airwing chopper nearby had me fetch my new spectacles and head out onto the front verandah to see which section they were working on.. I looked up at the sky and it was full of minute black dots.. No, not the floater the Monster sent me some time last year, but tiny black pinpoint dots everywhere... I took my specs off, and still they stayed.. I turned and grinned towards der Bunker and the Overheads, and tried again, to find both the chopper and those dots were gone...

Wednesday 13th February at 4.40am

I was thinking back to when she used to attend our CPF Meetings regularly.. My train of thought is suddenly interrupted by a dog barking further up the dark valley, and a bunch of noisy, startled hadedas cry out.. The cat climbed onto the desk here next to me to look out of the window, indicating that for once it's not the Chop fiddling with the airwaves that caused those birds to react, but something or someone moving about down below...
Probably just a couple of the local canines out exploring while it's still cool... *shrugs..

Ja, like I was saying, she used to come to our Meetings each fortnight, unless she was double-booked, and then suddenly she stopped altogether.. Why?  I tend to think she'd fallen ill, and was in fact, taken so poorly she'd had to have a gall-bladder op.   I remember how we'd taken her down to the NSA gallery one morning for tea, and we'd each put away an enormous slice of Mississippi mud pie, and there'd been no suggestion whatsoever that she had a dodgy digestive system back then.... *As I finally begin to type my update here at 8.14pm, the first of the pink Error Saving bars has arrived along with a pretty nasty earache in my right ear...*
Had I had my suspicions at the time, or hadn't it occurred to me that the tiny little nun could also become the focus of Nayager and Balliram's attentions?
Had her friend Sister M, begun having horrendous problems with her knees around the same time as Sister S's gall bladder and hip suddenly began crippling her?

I was hit so shockingly and so repeatedly from yesterday afternoon onwards, that natch, I'd been considering the reason might be in my latest update.. Was it my reminder to you of how Nayager and Balliram had gone after several of our Sector Policing Forum members with a will, that had yesterday's payback levels running through the roof?   Had I factored in that our loyal member from St. Theresa's could well have been a victim of Tweedledumb's cruel and deliberate attention  over the powerlines?  *looks at the Director...
Knowing what you now know, do you seriously think it was just rotten luck that had Sister M. having two knee replacements, and her friend a gall bladder op, never mind the agonies she was to suffer with her hip?  Would you care to check your records and see whether both the Sister's health problems had occurred at around the same time?

My friend had simply stopped attending the Meetings, and had said that she was just too tired by nightfall to consider going out... She's no spring chicken, so I'd accepted it without argument, though it's possible El Monstro had rounded off his other offerings pumped into the nunnery, by using copious doses of the Chronic Fatique frequency... A stunner, if ever there was one...

LATER at 9.15pm

Lawd, but I'm tempted to trash the previous six pages of this draft and start afresh, but I find I'm too lazy.. I'd plugged in at the wall jack and switched on the adaptor under the desk when the GW had asked me to, and voila! the landline rang just five minutes later, and a lady whose voice I swear I've heard before, had asked for Juanita... If as I suspect, our landline needs to be activated on occasion, to enhance the monitoring somehow, could we not cut the crap and say so, when you call?  The often puzzling reasons for those sudden calls generally irk me into unplugging the phone immediately, although that's not always possible...*Millie protests as BigNose peers over my shoulder to read my scribbles...*

The Knives had come out bigtime after the GW left for the shops yesterday afternoon, and by around 5.45pm I'd turned the TV sound down and spoken briefly to my sadistic attacker... I'd suggested they picture for themselves a large and ugly old dog, chained up in a corner where there was no escape... I said they were to then arm themselves with some seriously sharp and pointy rocks before calling their mothers to come watch them at their target practise.. The savage assaults had stopped immediately and if I might guess, it would be to say that at that moment the Tutor wasn't on his own in ours, and that he'd been directing a 'student' or two at the time, in the finer arts of Sheer Brutality?  If he'd been flying solo, there's no doubt the assaults would've continued unabated...
Needless to say the Sadist was back with more of his delights at 7pm, and he can rest assured that it had been a fairly unpleasant evening one way or another, so job well done... *vomits profusely...

My tendency to pre-empt the Duck & Dive Specialist's movements is a habit I can't seem to break, despite clear evidence that it makes absolutely no difference to the level of attacks in our home, whether the Beemer is on his driveway or not... Twat alert... *red...
Did it thunder down last night, or what?  A wonderful solid sheet of unexpected rain that had me scuttling for the Panasonic for a change, and you're going to love the results when you get to see them... I'm really confident that you're ready to catch your own orbs by now, and I've done the grunt work for you, have I not? You live here in the Zone, you simply wait for a thundershower and start snapping away.. You can't miss...

Thursday 14th February 3.20am

Excellent timing there!  You and the Creep, and this morning's carefully generated heatwave have all arrived at the same time..  It's just pulled in to the ChickenCoop a minute ago, and chirruped It's remote, so brace yourselves folks, as It's probably going to be goofed and reckless... *yawns..
Anyone seen ex-councillor Pepler around lately?  How's he getting on these days?  It's a given that once his home was wired to the grid he'd been put through similar physical agonies to ours... After all, that's what it was all about when Jannie van Zyl and Sutcliffe knowingly saw to it that the Criminal element were the first to be handed control of the surveillance technology, well before the strategic introduction of the so-called Good Guys...

Spite and payback fuelled those early forays into private homes back in 2005/6, and a great many people would've had their previously comfortable lives ruined, one way or another... It's a certainty that my finger-pointing has been no more than the tip of the ice berg all along, hey Mistuh van Zyl?  That our cowardly Area Controller is actually guilty of way more crimes than I've ever levelled in his direction...
So ja, ex-Councillor Pepler would've been fairly high on the list for some serious payback just as soon as Vause Road was fully wired... He'd been instrumental in getting rid of that Mob favourite, Koobair the Squat, had he not?  That dumpy little bloke had still been running Sydenham SAPS when he'd taken enough of a dislike to me to come stand down in the valley and fire his service revolver into the air, while glaring in my direction.. *chokes..

It seems like yesterday that the Reservist had been earnestly trying to convince me that the ex-Station Commander's hands were in fact clean.  Man, you can feed that old bitch just about anything, and she'll run with the ball, right?  *that noisy aircon Unit on der Bunker wall has just kicked in, as the Chop slouches down in his corner nearby, to make up for lost time..*
It had probably been the Reservist's opinion on Koobair that finally woke me up to start questioning all the colourfully embroidered tales he was so keen to pass on to me, for there's absolutely no way that dumpy little man's hands were clean...

*Ahhh - The thready squeak of a nearby NAT kicks in at precisely the moment fat Sophie is forced off my bed snarling, to run into the lounge and curl up embarrassed, on a chair... There's also a distinct lack of originality as a small window pops up to say TweetDeck has crashed blah blah...Setting the tone for more of his tired party tricks?*  It had been Pepler who'd taken me and Sister S on a walkabout in the horse yard, when the first attempts had been made by the Crooks in the Muni to flog off that bit of green belt.. A walkabout that had netted me picture after picture of the seriously weird lights affixed to so many of the Convent walls.. Pictures I'd dearly love to share with you on Facebook, but it's a given that Balliram's Grey Gobbler virus would get them well before they could be published... Cest la vie...
Peace..

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Thursday 14th February 2013 at 8.40pm.