No funny this week, I’m afraid. We got the news that Bayla — she’s the sleepy pooch up at the top of these pages — has a tumor in her abdomen that is doing nasty things to her insides. “You’ll know when it’s time,” the vet said, and that time will probably come within a week.
The man on the train and my earphones, Part 2
Last week I set out to tell you about the man on the train, but I got distracted by that whole episode with my headphones. I’d tell you how that turned out, but I’m still too annoyed to talk about it.
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The man on the train and my earphones, Part 1
I have a story about a man on a train that I’d like to tell you, but I’m not sure if I can do it, because I’m feeling rather cross at the moment. (I’ve also been reading Douglas Adams, so don’t be surprised if I write like an annoyed Englishman.)
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The snorkel pool
I recently experienced what may be the most strange-dash-detestable-dash-wonderful thing I have ever encountered: The snorkel pool.
My friend Mark thinks I can make a million dollars as a blogger
“Dude,” Mark said to me, “you need to start a blog.”
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