O/T Nasty little irritants : Tue Sep 30, 2014 3:48 pm
As I sit here knowing that the end of my sabbatical in the eutopia of my little world is near I must reflect that perhaps the only thing that has mildly annoyed me in this Utopia are those nasty little irritants.But back to them later.
The only sound I have heard for the last two weeks are the Walnuts dropping to the soft sweet Mother Earth, the sound of the wood pigeons wings flapping like a heavy beat of a heart as they land in the branches which gently sway making the sound of an old mans weary back. The birds commence their melancholy, love call Wooo Hooo, Wooo Hooo. The occasional plop as the fish in the small Etange next to me rise and fall like an ark of brilliant sunrise.
Apart from Mrs halifaxjohn and I there is no one within 3 km of us, perhaps they knew we were coming? I doubt that other wise they would have been here in droves.
There is an occasional peasant bent over in the fields that surround us, but they don't count, backs breaking, picking up the produce that the good Lord and Mother Nature has provided. How I envy these wizen figures, bent double in the heat of the day, doing the work to provide for family and how I also envy the pride their husbands must have in them.
But I digress back to those nasty little irritants, I am not sure whether they are flys or insects, but occasionally one lands only to be swatted away, back it comes and even if you squash it another returns. As I say I don't know whether they are flys or insects so to avoid confusion I now fondly call them Bubbas.
Now matter how much you want to get rid of the tiny ineffectual thing it just keeps coming back .
So I switch on Fax Forum, knowing that like my world here all is as perfect at my beloved Fax, a new dawn, a new coach, new players, positive posts and then? Oh no it's landed again, a Bubba.
Bubba wrote:
https://www.whatdotheyknow.com/request/facilities_used_by_fcht_and_hrlf#incoming-560231
Blimey I must say these nasty little irritants out here in Elysium Fields are nowhere near as nasty as the ones at home.
As my arm won't reach, before I come home will someone please swat that nasty little irritant.
All Characters in this short story are fictional and the editor can not be held responsible for any action by the Bubba Hunters.
After all Henry 11 famously said to his knights "Will no one rid me of this troublesome Bubba" and they rode all the way to Canterbury and stuck a broadsword up the nasty little irritant, and he got off.
No offence intended.