It started pretty innocuously. A lovely sunny morning. I put the washing out and set off for croquet: golf croquet in the morning and an Association doubles match in the afternoon.
I'll cut to the chase (as 'they' say. I'm not sure who 'they' are but I've heard it used on the TV so ...). This is really just a post to tell you that I've got the feeling that I'm being persecuted.
Whilst I was playing croquet this afternoon a large bumble bee flew straight into my face, bounced off and flew away. Then a cicada flew into the back of my head, bounced off and flew away (Frank, my doubles partner said it was a huge one - it felt like it!). Then this evening I was on the phone to Pauline when a Gisborne Cockroach decided to park itself on me. Now these may be colourful and harmless, non-biting creatures but I do not like them when they land on me. I suspended the phone call - on speakerphone - and whilst Pauline heard me dealing with the creature Pauline laughed. Not, in my view, a kind thing to do! A chap could take exception to that. But my shoulders are broad (otherwise the Gizzy wouldn't have had room to land!).
And on the subject of persecution I've also had that feeling when it comes to the internet. My Broadband connection has been so iffy that I'm using dial-up. Oh how I wonder how those, such as Pauline, who can only get dial-up manage. Half the time I've just not been able to do things and the rest of the time I'd have been able to cook a meal whilst photos for the blog loaded. In fact I nearly did!
But now it's time for bed. So that's where I'm going. Night. Night.