Sorry folks, it's got too late for me to write tonight - fell asleep in the chair after doing a long bike ride today (long for me that is) with several climbs. I didn't sleep very well last night either, so hopefully, things will be back to normal tomorrow and Bonz can dictate the next exciting episode of Dormice in Space, or whatever it's called.
I had to go to my garage to get my exhaust sorted (on the car - duh!)and while waiting saw this article which was largely sympathetic about a six year old tg 'girl'.
I nearly gave up on posting tonight having spent an hour or so trying to get on site. Still my readers, though perhaps not as numerous as some authors have, are important to me, so I tried one last time...
It appears I now have 150,000 kudos, as I'm not allowed to give them to myself, then they must be given by others. My thanks to all who have clicked on the little button at the end of my story postings. Thank you x 150,000, please continue clicking on them, it's the only way I know readers like my stuff, unless they choose to comment as well.
Sorry, too late home tonight, and then I watched the David Hare play, 'Turks & Caicos'. Bill Nighy was brilliant as the understated Johnny Worricker, gentleman spy or should that be spy who is also a gentle man.
Sorry, got home late from work then had over an hour on the phone with my needy friend just as I started writing. Too tired now, hope things will be better tomorrow but it looks like a heavy week. In fact, life looks heavy at the moment and still worried about my daughter who is not well.
It's coming to that time again when I ask what you, the reader, thinks about Bike, should it continue are you happy with the storyline and so forth. I'm disappointed that the number of reads is down as is the number of comments and kudos, but I accept some of that might be due to the recent hiccups with the site.
Been on the phone to my needy friend, so no time to write tonight. I'm off to see my daughter tomorrow assuming I can traverse the flooding and survive the return journey, when a howling gale and more rain is forecast.
Life continues to shit all over me, and it appears I've been left off the list for helping with the TdF to add to my tale of woe. Assuming I survive my trip, I may do an episode tomorrow when I get home.
The actor plays a transsexual afflicted with AIDS in the Dallas Buyer's Club and who uses 'total immersion' in his characters as his method of acting. It's suggested he's the front runner for an Oscar for best supporting actor.
When I went to my account page my kudos hoard appears to have disappeared. Is this from the recent work on the hard drive or do we have a kudos thief on the site?
Sorry, life has prevented me doing Bike tonight, had a long phone call from my needy friend which sort of used up my evening, which on top of a 12 hour day has sort of left no energy for scribbles.
Sorry my brain has turned to mush (or more mush than usual) and my eyes hurt, so apologies for not posting anything tonight. Hopefully, I'll feel better tomorrow.
The Daily Wail does the usual dirty trick of using irrelevant material in a the tragic story of an astonishing accident, where a large Red Deer stag charged a group of people in a driveway and unfortunately badly injured one of them. A chance in a million. incident.
I have a visitor staying and sometimes real life and real people have to take precedence over my imaginary ones. We're going to Bath tomorrow, the city not the ablution, assuming the trains are running.
Normal service will, I hope, be returned tomorrow.
I'm beginning to get the impression that I could be doing something right either that or my eyes are playing up, because according to my kudos counter, I have 140,000 of the little darlin's.
As I fly towards my dotage at the speed of light, I seem to have gathered another anniversary of my emergence on this planet. All it seems to bring these days is another ache or pain somewhere new which seems an awful price to pay for a few birthday cards. Such is life (or my one appears to be).
Then again, I'm living the dream and have been for a very long time, so perhaps I shouldn't complain.
I went to see Philomena, starring Judy Dench and Steve Coogan, based upon the book written by Martin Sixsmith about an Irishwoman's search for her son who was taken from her when he was a toddler and adopted by some Americans in about 1956. It was very good, some funnies and lots of sadness - a chick flick.
Judy Dench was excellent as always and much to my surprise, so was Coogan as journalist/author Sixthsmith who was originally reluctant to get involved with this mad Irishwoman. For those who don't know the story, I won't spoil it other than to suggest you go and see it.
As we speed towards episode 2200 of Bike, do I detect people are getting bored with it? It seems comments are fewer than usual and even the kudos are a bit lower than I usually get - or am I being a little hypersensitive? Do readers want me to continue or has it had its day?
As for the number of transgender people in a single dwelling in Portsmouth, I was in a house with six others, which makes seven last week, so perhaps my storyline wasn't quite so preposterous as it may have first seemed, just a tad unusual.
Following the German legislation about intersex babies having the option of no sex recorded on the birth certificate, this intersex woman who is also a therapist calls for more legislation in Europe.
We have had a series of power cuts here, which after working a twelve hour day did little for my temper. It also caused the computer to go down three times. I am therefore not risking anything tonight. I hope to restore normal Bike service tomorrow. (This is what happens when you sell off all the utilities to foreign companies - idiot politicians, shoot the lot of them).
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