Random Thoughts.

* The whole house smells of Turkish Delight. Either the vacuum bag needs changing, or mother has been holding out on me. I'm not sure which.

- But if it is the latter, she better divvy up, because I'm on to her. It's mean to hoard sweets and not share.

* By gum, the News is a depressing thing.

Whether local or national, whether on the television or over the radio or within the pages of a newspaper or magazine; there is nothing happy to be seen, nothing at all. It’s all death and disaster and pain and fear… I stopped watching, listening and reading the damn thing for just that reason, but every now and again I can’t help catching it, and…bleugh. Horrid, horrid, horrid.

* While on the subject of the News; sentencing for crimes has really been buggered up (ha! ‘buggered’) in recent years. Why the hell have ‘life sentences’ for murder that aren’t? And have sentences that finish half way through, so that the ‘life sentence’ that isn’t becomes half of what it is actually supposed to anyway? No wonder so many people are fed up with the justice system; it’s confusing, contradictory (six years – that actually becomes three –for a brutal gang attack on a young woman that left the victim with lasting brain damage as apposed to the fifteen years - that is actually seven and a half - handed down for the heinous crime of tax evasion; where is the logic in that?) and at times seemingly downright stupid.

Get a grip, government; get it sorted, and get it right!

- Things would be SO much better if I were in charge, I’m sure they would.

* Saw a lot of wildlife out in force in the park today. Spring has sprung. The most notable among them were goslings closely guarded by doting geese parents, baby coots (cootlets? cootlings?) that were a little freer to run (or swim) amuck and a mass of insect hunting swallows performing aerial acrobatics over the Stack Pool and nearby fields.

- I really need to start taking my binoculars out with me.

* Speaking of wildlife; I really quite like wood pigeons. Far from being pests, I find pigeons in general to be a pretty cool bird, but I like wood pigeons in particular. I think that they are cute, chubby, sweet looking things that waddle their way through life at a measured pace that isn’t shared by their slimmer city dwelling cousins. It’s also incredibly funny to watch them take off and land. Once in the air they seem to be as efficient as any other bird, but getting off of, or setting back down onto the ground; oh, is a completely different – and hysterical – story. It’s their weight, I think. They are such plump little creatures; totally unsuited to the rigours of getting airborne. It takes such an effort; so much so that when you watch them you wonder whether or not that they will manage it. As for landing; no matter how carefully they do it, they always touch down with an ungainly “PLOP!”

Really funny.

* For reasons best known to himself, Bingo decided to try and rugby tackle me this evening. Or at least I think that was what he was trying to do; I can’t think of what else he might have been trying to do.

It came out of nowhere. One minute I was admiring the blossom on a nearby tree, and the next; WHAM! He was upon me. It came as such a jolt that I yelped “OW!” and doubled over both to rub my aching knees and calves and to gape at my dog – now lying on my feet, his face split with a panting grin – with unadulterated astonishment.

When I asked him, after he had jumped up and skipped around a bit, why he had chosen to do that, his response was to walk up to me – I was still bent over at this point – and lick my nose.

I have no clue why. And it hurt. But hey; it made him happy so at least one of us was.

He really enjoyed himself, and right now is splayed out on his bed snoring contentedly.

And my knee STILL hurts.

* Question: Does evil exist?

I mean, as an entity, as an actual thing. As an abstract it does; people – and only people, seemingly – can commit ‘evil’ acts and do ‘evil’ things, but by that do we actually MEAN ‘evil’? Or do we in actual fact mean ‘insane’? Are people ever really actually, well, bad? Or are they just mad?

If there are any enlightened and/or clever people reading this; that’s a question I would like answered, okay? Okay.

* I’ve been watching too much Doctor Who. While I was walking home from Bingo’s walk I past by the children’s playground and stopped dead as the distinct sound of The Tardis began ringing in my ears. Turning my head, it was a mechanism on a slide. But boy; it sounded just like it, I swear.

* Is it just me that thinks baby slugs are adorable? Friend’s 1, 2 & 3 vehemently disagree; claiming them to be “gross” and/or “disgusting”, but I think they are. Little moist black blobs, almost circular because they are so short, with teeny tiny antennae attached to one end; what’s not to like? Sweet!

Or is it really just me?

And on the nice mental image of a moist, black blob; I will leave you, for I am 'to bed'.

Tara.

xxx