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"Good friends - good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life." - Mark Twain, "If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun." Katharine Hepburn, “Oh come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.” - Robert Frost, “The scholar does not consider gold and jade to be precious treasures but loyalty and good faith.” -Confucius, If I should call you up- invest a dime, In the silence of your room In the darkness of your dreams - I'll go anywhere with you Just wrap me up in chains, Let your mind let go at the county ball You wear your shackle low
Esme and the Cloud are now back in residence, floating once again in the blogosphere.
Thank you for hanging around, those who are still here, (some have departed, and in the last few of weeks I have been losing and gaining a follower (not the same one) every couple of days, so there have remained as many as there were before leaving, it’s just that they aren’t all who they were.)
Clear as mud!
And . . . The President and Founder is back! I am highly pleased by this occurrence. smiles broadly
To the others who have strayed rather than stayed- esme wishes them luck, blows a very large raspberry their way, and gives not one fig – for one should only ever stay with a blog because one (or two, maybe thirty odd, I can’t add up very well) loves the content, and ideally the author too. – nods
Chances are I shall lose even more folks now because circumstance has left esme with no choice but to be extra frugal with her time – in as much as – (this bit has gone!) and she’s writing and hand-illustrating (prints and pen and ink) a small book of poems and short stories – the proof reading alone is ageing her by the day (laughs and waves at her proof-reader/editor/miracle-worker who waves back weakly and looks like he lives in hell the poor sod).
The upshot? I shall post as often as I can, for I do love being here, with my fellow bedlamites (points at you), upon the Cloud – but there is no way in heaven/Dante’s Inferno/Aldi/The Pound Shop that I can keep up with all your lovely blogs all the time. Some of you post every day, some several times a week, some every leap year (or so it seems – (Uses a pea shooter to wake them up with a bullseye in the right buttock) so I’ll be doing a ‘catch-up’ at the end of each week and will try my utmost best to comment at least that often upon your digital papyrus.
Esme is aware that this will not do for some, as they feel they should get back as much as they give and she does understand that and asks that if this means they won’t be staying, that they shut the door on the way out, leave their Cloud cape and Monocle of power with her butler (Hariod) and bugger off.
Hahahahaha.
Esme's Cloud 
Greetings upon the Cloud
Glad to know there will be more treats coming
I wish I had known earlier that Hariod was the butler around here, he would not have had it easy.
Keep well
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Thank you mak smiles . H only serves the Cloud – it’s penance for being a cheeky rum bugger.
Did you get your Christmas card?
esme hoping so upon the Cloud
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I will confirm on Wednesday when the office reopens. I don’t think anyone has checked that box since 16th of Dec.
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Ahh, well I’m very pleased it hasn’t obviously lost its way as of yet. Fingers crossed. Yours is the last to find its way to a new home.
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Sorry to hear you are crook. I won’t speculate. Not publicly anyway. I am careful these days. Sometimes. Interested to hear about your book. Hope you will post up a sneak preview at some point.
I am not a daily blogger although have been. Except it was a post on each blog. And as I have/had five it wasn’t onerous for readers. Daily blogging should be banned. I am currently under siege from would-be authors wanting beta reading, which, unlike blogging, is marginally lucrative. So I too have a low profile atm. Instead I can be found bobbing around the coast off Alaska or sashaying around futuristic India.
Wipes the spray off her face, tightens up her sari and throws a happy 2017 at the cloud.
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I very much appreciate your consideration there RS. smiles broadly.
I’ll be posting some of the finished pieces for the book on and off and maybe a print or two.
When I first alighted here upon the Cloud I did post every day. But I had no followers, so it didn’t really matter hahaha. I recall Doobster saying once that he stopped following people who didn’t post at the very least every other day, so I guess some people want it fast and furious. It takes all sorts eh?
You sound like a busy bee, enjoy your fictional wild travels and may 2017 be your happiest yet.
esme waving and smiling at her from upon the Cloud
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“Wipes the spray off her face, tightens up her sari and throws a happy 2017 at the cloud.”
Loved the Esme emulation there, roughseas. Esme, you know that the most sincere form of flattery is imitation. . . she grins. . .
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Happy to be hanging around and wishing you all the very best, Esme!
she blows kisses
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Murky buckets Carmen! ❤
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Welcome back! I’ve been reading your note on plagiarism being unbecoming and unfair, so I’ve decided I’m going to take it up as a regular practice. Especially from this blog 😀
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Of course you are, what other welcome back present could match that?! Thank you, ya big nut! Hahahahaha.
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Okay, listen, you know me, and so it will not come as a shock when I say (‘exclaim’, really, if I were to be honest), “What the fuck, man?” followed by a “What is this bullshit?” and then punctuated (quite forcefully with what is now considered my trademark comment), “This is unacceptable”.
Yes, okay, I get not posting as much, or at all for that matter. I stopped posting almost entirely once it occurred to me that people didn’t deserve it, but, what gets me about all this (as if you didn’t know) is how your lack of posting is going to affect my life (see my recent comment on your New Year’s post). I don’t think you really even considered it.Not really. Not the way you should have. Maybe my words of a personal nature will get you to do that, or, maybe, sadly, I will have to remind you that at this very moment the U.N. is passing a resolution (and, I have it from inside sources they really mean it) which holds bloggers responsible for daily postings if it is desired by someone in their audience who is a President and Founder of the kind of Institute the world has never seen.
sincerely,
He who you are in debt to
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It’s clearly an outrage, and I don’t know how you’ll ever forgive me President and Founder. I can only say I shall make up for all this by promising that from this very moment, right here, and right now, until the other end of eternity (it does have an end, but one that has been fattened by too much gluttony and therefore isn’t mentioned much these days), I shall make absolutely sure that any wind passed by your good (there may need to be a national debate on that) self, is blamed squarely on the dog. No exceptions. (Rosie, esme’s dog is making some objections to this in the form of obscene paw gestures, but is soon quieted when shown (and then thrown) a biscuit the size of her head)
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Thanks. I appreciate that. And, as you may be aware, safe as you are within the United Kingdom, we, here in this barbarous land (once a shining city upon a hill), will most likely not, for too much longer, be able to appreciate things. It’s going to be ILLEGAL!
Anyway, I’m sure that as long as I can continue to live in the manner I’m accustomed to everything will be alright.
I’ll be seeing you (in all those old familiar places) (but you won’t see me (because I will be hiding))
The President and Founder
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Regardless of the frequency, I always appreciate the Esme bearing clouds, though I do hope that the climate changes for the better and I can see them more often.
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That’s very kind of you to say Yahooey, you have raised esme’s smile high this evening, thank you. Being back in the saddle of the Cloud feels mighty good.
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Esme, you have such a delightful prose for anything this world, or people, or life throws your way or drops in your lap! If no one hasn’t told you how wonderfully inspiring you are… then I scream it now! (wink & ear-to-ear grin)
You embody two of my favorite life-quotes and the remarkably resilient human spirit…
And may I say that your stinging pea-shooter accuracy is incomparable! Where and HOW did you learn to be so… arsing deadly? (wide awake & chuckling)
You are one-of-a-kind Madame! Please do take care this 2017. Promise!?
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“Esme, you have such a delightful prose for anything this world” – This was enough on its own to have me perform a short dance of hapiness involving long ribbons on sticks.
Really.
laughs, but nods too
Honoured to be associated with such quotes sir, and I hear your screams (as many a lady and/or gentleman of an evening has I’m sure. *winks) – thank you for them.
Inspiration! It powers the Cloud, so I have to shovel some about every now and again, and if the quality pleases just a few, that’s esme more than happy (more than happy is hysterical mind you but the good sort (looks dubious as to where this is going so plays the spoons briefly to distract))
Robert Frost is a favourite of mine as I’m sure you know. I had not heard of the other gentleman and so inspected the Goo of Gulls and found this;
“Napoleon Hill was an American New Thought author and, as some would argue, a suspected con man” – HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Charming.
Pea-shooting is a serious sport upon the Cloud and esme often stings the rear of folks on Earth who steal penny sweets (in their forties), read Mills and Boon romances, and generally tick her off. After four hundred and odd years you get real good at it. twirls her silver shooter fast, then pops it into a holster at her hip
I shall promise to do as bid Prof on the condition that you do just the same, and be sure to spend some time on yourself and not just those around you – wags a finger and will be watching
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“…on the condition that you do just the same, and be sure to spend some time on yourself and not just those around you.”
Deal. (smiles up at the Clouds where the One-n-Only marvelous Esme showers this dank & dastardly land of Lilliputians) Hahaha.
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Welcome back, Esme. ❤
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Thank you Victoria, smiles and hugs her
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So sorry to hear about your medical problems. Hang on to the cloud and hoping that winds will be smooth sailing soon upon the cloud and with the cloud.
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Thank you Anarette. Tis but a flesh wound as the Monty Python Black Knight would say – smiles.
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Sending smiles and refreshing healing winds your way.
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I’m in two minds. And I am not sure either of them is mine.
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There’s only one answer to that, and its . . . Inka Dinka Doo!
https://www.youtube.com/results?sp=SBTqAwA%253D&q=funny+jimmy+durante
Altogether now everyone!
Folks, ain’t that beautiful?
My symphony!
A masterpiece!
I can hear you sayin’
What is that hauntering frame that I hear in air?
Here and there, everywhere
It’s just a beautiful strain that keeps caught in my brain constantly
It’s my melody, it’s my symphony
Ink a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
Oh what a tune, what a tune or crooning
Ink a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
It’s got the whole world spooning
Eskimo bells up in Iceland are ringing
They’ve made there own there own paradiseland singing
Ink adinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
Simply means Ink a dinka dee, a dinka doo
Listen to that melody!
Listen to that melody!
Why I would add class to any concerts
You know I resent them playing my symphony in jazz
I resent it
But they’re paying me for this
So…
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M’am, the exiters, prithee – a swift kick in the bollocks?
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They might not have bollocks. What then?! Where does it end?! Are there any photos?! Let’s hope not . . .
I’d say a bit of dark muttering and some mooning from yourself should suffice.
Thank you my good man/woman/wombat/Agatha Christie
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Very good, m’am, and no, to my knowledge there are no photographs save for the regrettably . . . compromising series of those with you and the farmer gentleman from Brighton, copies of which are, or so I believe, in his possession. I doubt he would be willing to use them against your good self, though, as he hardly looked fetching himself, fetching himself off whilst, at his behest, you re-enacted the Jolene shower scene from The Archers. Do forgive me for mentioning it, m’am.
One last thing: I understand the proof-reader will be arriving tomorrow afternoon. Shall I furnish your ‘office’ with 2 nooses and a shotgun, as per usual?
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If only I hadn’t worn that chicken suit to the fancy dress party! – falls about
And yes with the proofreading precautions, lets just hope we both come out of the next session in one piece!
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Tubularsock is glad you have made it this far EUTC! Thank your lucky stars that you haven’t gotten that American illness, trumpitis. It may prove deadly to us all!
Now, with that happy note would you order your butler to get Tubularsock a scotch! NOW! You know “the help” these days. It’s not like it was when Queen Victoria was about. Happy New Year and general Cheers to you.
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Thank you Tubular, so am I. Very much so in fact. In the UK ‘trumpitis’ is a terrible sore affair involving a bum-hole and a great deal in the way of windy farting- so much the same really hahahahaha. You have to laugh. It’s that or the asylum. – nods
EUTC. That’s never been written before so far as I am aware, therefore you have created a milestone (maybe not a mile, probably more of a hop-skip-and-a-jump stone) in Troposphere history! It also stands for;
European Utilities Telecom Council
and
Edinburgh University Theatre Company
But they are pants in comparison. I’ll save the acronym for any formal meetings held upon the Cloud or elsewhere up in the heavens.
*esme argues with Hariod for several minutes than gives him a voucher worth two giant Lemon Drizzle cakes. He pockets said vouchers and pours Tubular a large scotch then lugs from the decanter himself, swears and buggers off into the garden singing “I’m Just a Girl Who Can’t Say No”.
I appreciate the care within this message Tubular, thank you again – hugs him whether he likes it or not
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Looking at the comments I realised there weren’t enough pretty people, so I’m leaving another one to improve the statistics- and to make random people feel good as they scroll down and see my face amongst the other gravatars.
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HAHAHAHAHAHA.
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As a footnote, footreply that may may become a midnote after other replies that really I want (this) to be a sidenote: I noted Mat’s absence too and have sent notice to him to get his arse back online. He’s acknowledged me so…fingers crossed.
HNY to you Esme. 🙂
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Footnote noted and feted – not fetid yet certainly toted to the place it most wants to be which is where ’tis fated to lie (in as much as where it’s turned up and sits right now laughs) I’m pleased to hear he’s still out there, gamboling about in the corn fields. (Not even a by your leave!!) Luckily, esme isn’t one to not let things lie.
Probably.
Not after at least a few decades anyway nods
Thanks for the foot info on our elusive friend MM, and more-so for the ‘Hot Nude Yoga’ tip. You must let me know when the next class is being held.
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Hands up here EUTC, I’m making like a tree. Took me a few mins to work out the nude yoga. I had to get in character to ‘get it’. 😀
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Hands up where?!! That’s a very advanced move that is, the ‘Hands Up‘. You could do yourself an injury.
And “Took me a few mins”? You left me hanging for twenty four hours, and I don’t hang well, I look a white bat (hung from the ceiling, not to be underestimated they say). nods and wiggles her toes behind her ears at him
EUTC. That’s business only MM, more of an address, basically a postcode – it won’t do for an Empress mate.
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This is true. The lenses in Albino bat’s eyes contra-rotate so they always see the world the right way up. No matter their inclination. * I can explain this in 24 hrs time.
Cheers for bun and apologies for EUTC Esme. Acronymitis. CC < common condition—called Initialism really. Cuckoo and out.
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“* I can explain this in 24 hrs time.” –
I’m on the edge of my seat sir.
esme presses a button and the theme to ‘Countdown’ begins
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The 24hrs was to buy time for research. I made everything up—off the cuff super-fib. That felt better. Schkorror! Full fession here. Evidently there are albino bats but contra-rotating eyes? Nah, a bit of a stretch. A batty claim straight from the inescapable ”Bluff Cave’.
Anyhow, need to amend the “This is true’ to ‘This isn’t true’. So string me up (upside-down) in contrite state in erm guanatanamo, and slap me sideways till I truishly repent.
Best to come clean eh.
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There’s only one course of action I can take.
I’ll tell you in 24 hours.
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esme couldn’t wait 24hrs because she’s rubbish at waiting for anything. – gives him her best Paddington Bear stare
I’m moving you to the bottom of the comment thread and proclaiming your polishment there as otherwise everything will go thin and stringy here- puts him in a fireman’s lift and runs down to the bottom of the thread
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‘polishment’! Hahahahaha
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Hey, Orchard Esme up there. Lucky you aren’t in charge of a Jack Bauer season… it’d be called ’12’ 😀 Anyways, repentant I am, so I’ll ease off the cheek.
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Yeah, I had noticed this too, but was too busy being sad about it to complain. 🙂
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🙂 You can unbe being sad 🙂 My notice/lobbying/petitioning/gushing has Mat back online now.
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We’ll know who to blame then.
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I’m still here…..I enjoy clouds, I see hippopotamus in them occasionally too, or perhaps they are merely manatee reflections….which is cool too. Be well Esme🙏🏻💕
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Infinite Zip, you were in my spam. How very dare ‘they’! Thankfully I do remember to check that particular folder more often these days. I’m glad you’re still here, many drift, it is the way of the web (sees herself in robes, cross-legged, floating slightly with ‘glass-hopper’ eyes being sage (mind the onions)). Those who enjoy themselves enough will stay – hang onto the Cloud’s candy-floss-style skirts as it slowly pilots the skies- I hope. smiles Thank you for letting me know you are one of them.
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a glitch from months ago, once you dig me out, it should be fine from here on out….we shall see….platypus….how very cool…I was watching pelicans today…they looked a bit miffed, but I didn’t have a fishing pole and others did…not that they were catching anything….a foggy day at the jetty but quite enjoyable 🙂 wearing the skirt with pride my sweet ❤
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And it suits you!
“once you dig me out, ” – esme to the rescue! Hahahahaha
esme laughing upon the Cloud
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Love from Cyberspace
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Thank you masodo, smiles broadly – ❤
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Welcome back Esme! Even a small amount of time from you is worth a great deal. I’d happily take that over none at all! 🙂
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Aw shucks, thank you Swarn, so sweet of you to say so – smiles and hugs him – Timing being as impeccable as it tends to be has had me come down with tonsillitis out of the blue today, so I’ve come back in worse shape than I was when away! (almost) laughs and uses a tongue depressor going “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” so he can see her giant swollen tonsils
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This might be the first time I’ve resisted probing into a woman’s mouth. 😉
I too got sick for New Year’s Day, although technically it began on the 29th. It was bound to happen watching a sick toddler for 3 days prior!
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I’ll bet it is sir! –laughs– I’m glad you have recovered from your malaise, and hope the same if true of your little one? They tend to be hardy wee divils do miniature folk, but three days is a worry indeed. (Esme only need look at a child and she comes down with the lurgy).
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I know I’m answering for Swarn here but I have found that pesky Jack can liven things up in a hurry!
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In this case he’s far more likely to slow things down to a snoring pace, Hahahaha. (note – esme does not snore, she may murmer (of murder!!) delightfully in her sleep, but nothing more common than that (– not of murder, of crumpets. An easy mix-up to make)
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Thank you Esme. It is a slow lingering cold…so many days of kleenexes, but only one day of debilitating symptoms…so he was energetic in no time…of course he was energetic on my debilitating day. I marvel at single parents!
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I know the kind, poor wee lad, and yes, it’s always harder with one adult I’m sure!
esme getting her voice back slowly and waving upon the Cloud
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I’m glad your voice has returned…but you never needed it to write anyway..so you could have been mute for all I know. 🙂
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Ah, but that is a moot point.
the crowd goes wild, stand up and call for more as esme bows low looking very pleased with herself
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You mean you didn’t have your tonsils ripped out at five years old and endured blood transfusions? You haven’t lived on the cloud. You missed the delights of the NHS in the 60s.
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I only appeared at the end of the sixties, however I do have a friend who had his removed about then and the tonsillitis still came back, so it doesn’t always help.
No matter what the delights of the sixties NHS may have been, I’m 100% sure my nineties/two thousands experiences could top them for unnecessary horrors.
You had yours removed then. Was it worth the vomiting blood etc?
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You young thing you! I didn’t get it again and I did have it three (?) times before. It was all the rage to take out tonsils and adenoids back then. Given that I was on death’s door after the op but the tonsilitis wasn’t killing me, my answer would be no. But a 5/6 year-old doesn’t have a lot of say.
Natch, when I had my appendix out a year later I got gangrene and the scar had to be reopened.
And two years ago I managed a first with perioperative problems – rather than post op – when I had fracture blisters masquerading as jellyfish, thereby needing a two week stay, with three (vegan mostly) meals a day, beautiful views of the Rock, Straits and Morocco, cleaning of room two or three times a day, and a stream of interested staff all coming to admire the jellyfish.
Top tip. When walking dog off lead on the cloud and calling him or her, do not let him, or her, cannon into you from behind and knock you over.
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Ha! I feel ancient, but I think that’s a good thing. I’ve had tonsillitis around fifteen times times up to now, but most of that was up until my mid-twenties. This is a bolt from the blue, but on the way out again without causing any possible drama. Thankfully. I’ve had my appendix out as well; they didn’t ask me or anything, whilst I was having an operation for something else they whipped it out. Afterward I said “But what if they* find out that the appendix is the key to telecommunication, or we need it when the aliens comeback? You didn’t think of that did you?!!” My point was about permission, but I like to get my point across memorably. Make ’em think. They may think I’m a nut, but that’s irrelevant.
I envy your hospital stay, not so much the jellyfish blisters of doom.
Your dog tip is a fine one and one I warn folks of too, but from the other direction, as my last dear medium sized dog, used to hurtle towards me on the (Cloud ) fields like a Juggernaut. A short, thick, hairy one with a head like a giant stone. One day, early on in our time together on a walk out, she ran towards me from a long way away, and I did the same thing I’d always done, which was hold a treat out to the side, knowing that at the last minute, no matter how much it looked like she was going to go thundering into my kneecaps, she wouldn’t because at the last second she’d dive round my legs, taking the treat on the way. Usual day out, nothing to see here folks,that sort of thing. But that day she ran head on into my knees and tore the muscles at the back of my legs. I made some loud noises and fell in a faint to the floor as the pain was on an interesting level. I came to with her licking my face and looking all happy. There were other people on those fields and not one came to help. I ended up shouting at some shifty looking guy with a tiny rat-like dog and he reluctantly helped me to a bench where I rang for back-up in the form of a nearby friend.
It’s not all giggles and shit with dogs. Though most of the time . . . it is just that. – smiles
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Well as a child, I had no say about permission. But believe me, my dear surgeons got the total inquisition before I signed consent to operate on my ankle. Not that I had a choice, but it shouldn’t be an assumption that people sign without asking about risk, side effects, problems afterwards blah blah which they don’t fucking tell you. Francis loved me for it mind, when I went back to clinic he always pointed me out as the woman who asked questions.
Hospital stay was like being on morphine (did get offered it post op and stupidly refused) I was looking at someone in a hospital bed who couldn’t walk, while the real me was skipping around. Except she wasn’t.
When Snowy broke my ankle I was on Wellington Front (post coming up when bloody WP loads my photos) an old Gib military battery and part of the city walls. May 1st. Loads of people around. Not. Every time I shouted people looked at me as though I was a vodka drunken bag person. I switched to shouting for help in Spanish and a couple finally came to help. Really nice. But walking past people needing help? Don’t understand. My mate stopped to help someone collapsed in the street, stroke, others walked past. Arseholes.
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“but it shouldn’t be an assumption that people sign without asking about risk, side effects, problems afterwards blah blah which they don’t fucking tell you.” – Absolutely. That one was an emergency op, and they said afterwards that they have to power to make what is in effect an ‘executive decision’ and the upshot was that if I did have any trouble with my appendix, it would be much bigger trouble than for most so they wanted to take it out of the equation. I probably would have agreed, but I think they should ask!
“Every time I shouted people looked at me as though I was a vodka drunken bag person. “ – Yep. I once fell into a hole (suddenly finds this very, very funny, though it wasn’t) in some greenery next to a very busy road – sprained my ankle, hit my head when I feel and was knocked out for what we afterwards worked out to be only five minutes or so. A main road, people walking and driving to work etc, and not one stopped. They will have thought I was a drunkard! This is because there are drunkards who end up lying about sometimes, but it is rarely at 9am on a Monday morning, and if I have ever seen anyone lying on the floor, possibly drunk or not, I go up and see if they’re ok. Like you say, it’s beyond me. I just can’t figure the fear/selfishness of them. Arseholes indeed. Big ones.
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Funny, I only just found your cloud and you drifted away for a bit! I’m grand with that; who can tether a cloud, after all?
Oh I remember those early bloggy days when I talked to myself every day. Then I got sad when I realised no one ever goes back and reads The Whole Thing. I used to read The Whole Thing before I got started blogging, so I expected everyone did. Now I don’t either. Mostly. I post when I have something slightly interesting going on, which as it seems ain’t so often. Ah, let it blow away like a dog fart on the breeze (don’t be upwind, sorry, she had too much holiday turkey).
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Interesting. I was sad when people appeared. Hahahaha. But not for long. Twas more a shyness issue than anything else, for esme is a timid wee beastie, (with long,sharp pointy teeth), who has had to wrestle with the small spotlight she has had beamed with her in the past. It’s all fine now mind you as I’ve cultivated as motley and ideal a crew as I’d likely find on any Cloudy ship of the skies, and will show ’em owt (or ‘out’ of the door if rowdy enough).
People should post at their own pace and see what happens. Having said that, I do try and push myself to keep a hand in (misses) and ideally have at least one piece penned by mine own hand a month, with a few fripperies surrounding it. Something usually appears if I jump off the edge of the Cloud and don’t think about flying (the floor usually – thanks Douglas Adams for his work there)
“I’m grand with that” – Then you are indeed in the right place, and welcomed with open flippers. Arms I mean. Definitely not flippers.
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Sending you warm Hawaiian breezes (once the sun comes out – yikes, we do have winters here) and rainbows (guess where Those come from?!) as a balm to your spirit. ❤
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It sure is getting windy in a good way up here thanks to everyone’s thoughtful wishes. Thank you Bela – beams a smile her way
“rainbows (guess where Those come from?!)” – My bum. I’m on Britain’s Got Talent next week.
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Haha – well, I meant we get a LOT of rain during winters here 😉 Of course that means rainbows. I did see a couple on the Dingle Peninsula though, while in Ireland recently. So there’s that 😉 xoxo
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I wondered who shot me with a pea shooter! Many thanks for the attention, always an honor to have a visit from Esme & Cloud. Best wishes on your hand-written poetry book – I would so love to read it! Most of all light and love for good health.
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Thank you Niried – smiles – you appeared up out of the blue, so twas fate that threw you my way, for I miss a gresat deal on the main feed these days and have to be poked here and there and flick back through the tatters of my memory to recall who I need to check up on.
“I would so love to read it!” – It’s looking like I’ll have to charge a thousand quid a book to make a profit, so you may change your tune when it comes out. Hahahahaha. No, it will be less than that. A bit. A rarity! I’d like to have a key that could be slipped into the spine that would have a secret compartment pop out of the front cover displaying a tiny hologram of a floating Cloud, but apparently that’s too fanciful. – falls about
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Oh Esme, I hope you’re okay. Please don’t die, Esme. My boyson was being beastly to me and that job I took up in protest is kind of horrible sometimes and I wasn’t feeling very haha funny and writing 48 hours on 300 words when 3 people read it ever and y’know the other misery balls, anyway it’s your turn for attention because you’r dying I suppose, also I deleted my twitter that’s really important all the publishers are lost shit and you too, is Bermuda Shorts still around I miss him too and hariad and I’m just crying over your cold body – only because you’re dead, nothing weird.
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Your dinner is in the dog. stomps about and takes off the black mourning wellies
“because you’r dying I suppose” – Yes, yes I am actually, and it’s your fault!
No, not your fault, and only dying as much as we all are – rotting away (esme isn’t a rotter though, hence the wings) and all that. If things do lead to a permanent early demise of esme then you wouldn’t want her to have spent her last few months/years/centuries all sad at having none of your words to read would you? So think on! If it weren’t for MM, who set off bravely across the dessert (a mere trifle), to kidnap you from all the writhing writers in writer-land where would we be?!! Where?! Matty-less. That’s where.
Awful business.
Prospero was very wise when I fretted. He said that you must have wanted to go, and would come back if you wanted to and there was no point in flapping about it (he absolutely did not say ‘flapping’, or some of the other words, but that was definitely his wise gist*)
*wise gist – don’t be filthy, I keep a clean Cloud here thank you.
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Hello,
Passing by, I loved the authenticity of your post. So stayed back to put in this comment. Would that put me in the “Stay” or “Stray” category?
May the power be with you and the ‘Cloud’!
Blessings
Shakti
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Why thank you Shakti – waves – You would be one who has strayed onto the Cloud from the wild wilderness that is all of WP, and as for a stayer? Well you’ll have to stay for that to be true! – laughs
It’s quite often more peaceful than this here, honest guv.
“May the power be with you and the ‘Cloud’!” – Thankee kindly!
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