Yes folks, I'm afraid to say that this is the 200th post for the blog. So what does this mean then? Well not a lot, other than I can't really believe that I've managed to keep it up, yet not so long ago I was complaining about a lack of motivation for Yoga - which I honestly do enjoy and it does make me feel better, but I seem to keep finding other things to fill the time with. So clearly motivation is perhaps not as much of a problem as I thought.
The real difficulty for me is that although there are plenty of things that I could whine on about - and to be truthful with you (to use LHM's favourite expression, although I really suspect that she isn't always when she says this) I probably do - but who wants to read a litany of complaints about the spectacularly bad driving which appears to be endemic in the greater Romford area - and don't even start me on the fools that "drive" Mercs and BMWs or the persistant annoyances of uncontrolled children in shops and restaurants - and I really DO think that the supermarkets should consider employing a child catcher...
I'm also quite sure that my ongoing search for various things that I believe would probably give me one of those Carlsberg moments (...probably the best ......... in the world -fill in the blanks yourself) is a source of much amusement at times, but at other times I do feel desperately lonely (but then don't we all at times) and the blog helps to overcome that desperation and turn it hopefully into something with warmth and humour.
There is also that monster which I have created - partly as a way of being able to say things that I wouldn't normally dare - Mister Squeaky in his various aliases - and yes he really does exist, he hangs from the living room ceiling and gets in the way quite a lot (well he IS a Giant Rubber Goth Bat). But please don't ever call him tacky (LHM take note!), tastless and with a misplaced sense of his own self-importance is what he is and what he is meant to be.
Well that's enough from me - I am not full of seasonal good cheer but rather a murderous rage induced by bucket waving santa hat wearing traffic stopping carol playing "all for charity mate" self-important rotarians weaving their way in and out of the traffic on Barkingside High Street who in the opinion of me and the bat should be rounded up and inhumanely destroyed - so I won't obviously be wishing all and sundry a Joyeux Noel.
To the Pagans and Wiccans I offer my Solstice greetings and have a Happy Yule. B*B
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