annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Idiots, more idiots and a vicious dog
Today I'm mainly being Mrs Indignant of Casa Notbob.
First off, a dog bit Sara. Really bit her, through her jeans, causing blood to flow freely from three separate tooth holes. Outrageous - my little girl, bitten by a wild, ferocious beast. I never did like dogs, apart from Millie, and now I'm not even sure about her. I took a picture but Sara made me promise not to post it. (I know, she has no sense of sharing.)
Apparently she was just walking along the street in town when this big grey brute of a mongrel took a nip at her thigh. She was so shocked she didn't know how to respond, especially as the dog was with a kid, aged about 12, who looked equally stunned. She said, 'Your dog should have a muzzle.' The kid replied, 'Sorry. He's never done that before,' so she just wandered off, then phoned and wailed at me. Poor Sara.
I'm also cross that facebook have deleted all the fictional characters who were part of the Story20h project. This was a fantastic idea which used the various internet communal sites (facebook, myspace, blogs, twitter etc) to reveal a narrative over the course of a week, actually using the new media in an inventive and specifically appropiate way, rather than the usual pasting up of clips from film/TV. Apparently some fuckwit recently discovered that several of her 'friends' were fictional characters and kicked off about it. Instead of telling her to get over it, facebook responded by removing the profiles. Idiots. Still, over the course of this evening I've enjoyed an interesting exchange of ranting notes with a woman I'd assumed was fictional, who made the same assumption about me. She's a playwright, so I'm hanging out with the cool school, at least on facefook.
I haven't heard from the hospital, so I'm guessing nothing nasty was found in the mole. They're pretty quick about getting back to you when there's something cancerous. Thank you for all the kind comments. Yep, 'whew' sums it up pretty well, I reckon.
Grateful for:
1. No news being good news
2. Enough whatever-it-is to tidy up most of downstairs
3. Funny phone calls from Marion and Mary
4. A postcard of this painting from my friend Marie-Pierre, variously described on the blurb as petit amor, Kupido, putto, or in English, 'child'. Obviously, all English children have wings, because they are veritable angels
5. The Apprentice, which consistently delivers grade A, self-aggrandising, arrogant, delusional morons to our TV screens. I do try not to pass judgement on my fellow humans, but let's face it, the word cunt would only describe ladies' front bottoms if it weren't for people like this.
Sweet dreams xxx
|11:36 p.m. - 30/04/2008
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