After another night
of high wind and torrential rain, we were not in the least surprised
when tonight's BBC weather forecast for the next few days promised
more of the same. Nor were we cheered by the severe weather warning
for our part of the world, although it must be said that we are
becoming used these alarming messages.
Throughout the day
the trees at the bottom of the garden thrashed about to such an
extent that I began to wonder how the big fire tree could survive
such a buffeting, as it appeared to tossing several directions at
once. Our silver birch spent most of the day at a forty five degree
angle, and the old apple trees creaked like old sailing ships tossed
at sea!
As promised our
cleaning lady appeared, bright eyed and bushy tailed at nine O clock
sharp. Since Pa and I had barely a couple of hours sleep last night
and my son little better it was a very rusty set who sat down for a
breakfast of toasted cheese and a pot of good strong tea at around
ten thirty!
During the night I
had been in considerable pain and had resorted to the internet for
amusement, armed with a bottle of “Jack Daniels” and a packet of
digestive biscuits I amused myself with my favourite game, Troll
Busting!
It always irritates
me when a perfectly good site is ruined by the arrival of a foul
mouthed, ill-informed. bigoted, ignorant troll. The plague is wide
spread and I know that many people are put off by their behaviour, I
however consider them to be fair game and treat them to the Trolls
Bane treatment!
Friends have been
hounded by these scummy little tykes and so a few of us have banded
together to give them a taste of their own poison. No bad language is
used, we attack with facts, a healthy dose of sarcasm and a degree of
withering scorn, the combination of which usually has the little
blighter’s on the run in a few days.
My particular
dislike is for the downright nasty types who attack sites such as
disabled forums, one unpleasant little tick we recently dealt with
insisted that Hitler was right to condemn anyone with a disability to
the gas chambers, imagine the effect that such a statement could have
on a vulnerable disabled child. I know of one deaf child who one
reading this pernicious trash became withdrawn and desperately
unhappy. During the weeks it took her parents to discover the cause
of her misery she changed from a bright happy girl to a sad recluse,
refusing to play with her hearing friends as she felt herself
worthless.
This was the
beginning of my troll bashing activities, I do not seek them out, but
if I find them I do battle, at the very least while they are
attacking me they are leaving some other poor soul, less able to
defend themselves alone for a while.
The odd thing is
that what seems to upset them most is the correct use of vocabulary
and grammar, faced with this they become hopping mad in no
time….weird!
As I write the wind
in screeching about the gables of the house like a demented banshee
and from time to time there is the sound one of the pigeons that
roost between the barge boards and the roof being blown down the
slates and into the gutter some eight or nine feet below. Poor
things, they are having a tough time this winter, as are we all!
.
No internet for me
tonight, I have laid in a selection of films to while away the
sleepless hours.
I shall watch the
titanic sink,”A Night to remember”, watch her brought back to the
surface,“Raise the Titanic” and the if there is time I shall
watch the National Geographic documentary of how Bob Ballard found
the sunken ship, some years ago.
Proof positive that
should the roof of our house succumb to the gale that worse things
happen at sea!
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