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Posted by DillyTante on Wed 13 Sep 06, 9:29 PM
Excerpt From A Would-be Countrywoman's Diary.
Wednesday, 13th September, 2006.
I've had a bit of an odd sort of a day, today. I've spent half of it, contending with my new and rather wonderful, telephone. At least, I think it will be wonderful, once I work out some of the kinks. Story of my life, really, but I digress.
My telephonic adventures, have been punctuated by three doses of flattery. Or compliments. I'm not sure which, apart from one exception.
Firstly, this morning I gave the aforementioned, much-beloved elderly friend, a lesson on her pc. I tried with all the analogies, all the allegories, every ounce of theatre I possessed today, to explain how the file structure works in Windows.
She doesn't really want to know. I don't really want to tell her. She does however need to know, so glumly, every so often, we settle down to the task of me explaining this to her. I think today, was my fourth attempt.
She made notes. She drew herself a little diagram. I asked if she had any questions. Doubtfully, she answered in the negative. Doubtfully, I took her word for it. We began discussing other things, including the notion of a universal unconscious (like you do). Then we discussed how minds work (just a quick visit there, to one of our favourite subjects), then weirdly, I don't know quite how, we arrived back at Windows file structure.
And by jove, I'd done it! She got it! Hah!
Then she paid me a compliment. Of sorts. She told me that our conversations, were the reason she really liked me. She went on to say, that she can't have these conversations with other people, because other people, would think it was mad.
Hmmm.
I appreciated the sentiment and we had a bit of a warm moment. Which was nice.
Anyway.
Earlier this evening, I took my dog out to the field. The field incidentally, is covered with sheep manure. My dog reeks of it. I think I'm getting accustomed to the smell now, which is just as well, as I'm fairly sure that my bed smells of it too.
I've not been sleeping well recently. I'm considering the possiblity, that perhaps it's the essence of Fumier de Mouton, which makes me wakeful?
Back to the story.
(Yes, I realise that reading this, must be a bit like watching Ronnie Corbett in that bloody armchair, telling one of his long and ultimately unfunny stories. And yes, he used to get on my nerves too.)
Out walking, I encountered a neighbour, the Garrulous Old Brummy Chap, who was accompanied by a chap I'd seen for the first time, a couple of days ago; middle aged - ish and wearing a boater. Boaters aren't usual in ToyTown.
The first time I saw The Chap With the Hat, was a couple of days ago. He was bouncing along on the other side of the road, whistling. Extremely jolly. He called over to say good morning. This is not unusual in ToyTown. Those who don't say hello to complete strangers, are considered strange, themselves.
So infectious was his grin and manner however, I couldn't help but grin back.
It was a pleasant surprise to run into him, in the company of The Garrulous Old Brummy Chap.
Before I continue, I must just explain something.
I was wearing jeans which are now too big for me, so are baggy in all the wrong places. A recently acquired, pink t-shirt which is too big for me (and it's pink) and a scruffy bodywarmer. In addition, I was wearing no cosmetics, my hair was windswept and scraped off my face.
I was the complete picture of grot. Which is ok, because most of us around here, are to some degree or another, a bit grotty. This is the countryside. You don't dress up for sheep manure.
Despite my unrepentant, unashamed grottiness, The Chap With the Hat, was blatantly flirting with me. This is of course, when The Garrulous Old Brummy Chap allowed him a word in edgeways.
We made our goodbyes and I trotted off, feeling rather flattered for the second time today.
And it amused me to think this: I am a grotty old trout, I smoke like a chimney, my bed smells of sheep manure, but you know what?
I've still got it! 
Oh. I can't remember what the third instance was, now. I'm tired. We would-be countrywomen, should be tucked up in bed by now.
Anyway, it can't have been very important.
Replies
13 Sep 06, 9:38 PM
caprycorn
UK, 4 yrs
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Remember it and tell me instantly - I haven't laughed so hard in ages.
Oh and my bed doesn't smell of sheep shit <preens>
However the whippet has rolled in fox crap <deflates and tries not to inhale>
Swap you? My imaginary friend thinks that you have a problem
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13 Sep 06, 9:44 PM
DillyTante
UK, 3 yrs
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caprycorn wrote:
Remember it and tell me instantly - I haven't laughed so hard in ages.
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Heh! My memory really ain't what it used to be. It has completely escaped my mind now.
Oh and my bed doesn't smell of sheep shit <preens>
However the whippet has rolled in fox crap <deflates and tries not to inhale>
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No, no, no! That's entirely the wrong thing to do. You should inhale deeply. Acquire the taste. Then you will find it worryingly, comforting.
Yeah! Right! Dilly
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13 Sep 06, 9:51 PM
MasterBenn
UK, 4 yrs 
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Now that's what I call blogging.More power to your forefingers Dilly.  Hey,if I was perfect,you would'nt have anything to bitch about!
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13 Sep 06, 9:59 PM
MarcusStrapp
UK(CB), 4 yrs
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I thought you said the rash had cleared up. Conventional wisdom is often more about convention than wisdom.
-- Marcus Strapp
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13 Sep 06, 10:02 PM
DillyTante
UK, 3 yrs
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MStrapp wrote:
I thought you said the rash had cleared up.
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Actually, it hasn't. Absently rubbing my left buttock today, I realised I've still one Shingle left.
Is there such a thing as an individual Shingle? If there is, then I've got one. Dilly
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13 Sep 06, 10:03 PM
good_little_sub
UK(M), 2 yrs
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wow, oh rival for Ronnie C's crown, i've never read your blogs before but will be anxiously waiting to hear the further adventures of Dilly and the The Chap With the Hat. you still got it eh kid! good for you!
and for some inexplicable reason this keeps making me smile my face off:
She doesn't really want to know. I don't really want to tell her.
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 (why is that so funny?)
gls xx
"Oh Master come for me, embrace me, assure me"
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13 Sep 06, 10:04 PM
merrynb99
UK(N), 2 yrs
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Good blog. Made me grin.
There. You got another compliment.
True obedience can only happen when you secretly think you know better, and you choose to bow your head. Anything short of that is just agreement ...
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13 Sep 06, 10:30 PM
PFLsAgain
UK, 3 yrs
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I've heard that flattery will get you everywhere. You ought to be careful...  "I learned what every dreaming child needs to know - no horizon is so far that you cannot see above or beyond it." ~ Beryl Markham (first pilot to cross the Atlantic solo the hard way - East to West)
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13 Sep 06, 10:43 PM
DillyTante
UK, 3 yrs
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PFLsAgain wrote:
I've heard that flattery will get you everywhere.
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Tchah! I reckon that's an old wives tale, myself, Ms. Again.
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You ought to be careful...
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Ah, but as we say here in the country, 'Careful is, as careful does'.
Thanks everyone for all the extra flattery. I shall take myself off to preen now. In an aromatic way
Dilly
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14 Sep 06, 7:11 AM
pinksparklygytha
2 yrs |
DillyTante wrote:
She made notes. She drew herself a little diagram. I asked if she had any questions. Doubtfully, she answered in the negative. Doubtfully, I took her word for it. We began discussing other things, including the notion of a universal unconscious (like you do). Then we discussed how minds work (just a quick visit there, to one of our favourite subjects), then weirdly, I don't know quite how, we arrived back at Windows file structure.
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Edgar Cayce!
http://www.edgarcayce.org/
tigxx Average, everyday, sane, psycho, angel goddess
Standard examiner
I mock you with my monkey pants!
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