On Posts Made and Not Made.

I lost some money on Sunday at the retail park in Uttoxeter. As part of my latest crusade against the system (it’s a use it or lose it thing) I decided to pay cash for my purchases in Tesco. The change was £4.25 but I forgot to pick it out of the tray when I left. I’ve lost several things on that retail park and have decided that it has a bad vibe about it.

But then I met two lovely horses accompanied by two young girls at the other end of the park, so I chose to consider the matter of good and bad fortune to be in balance after all. I’ve never seen a horse on a retail park before.

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I considered making a post about last night’s strange dream in which a man committed suicide and homicide in a single action. I used to make quite a few posts about strange dreams back in the early days of the blog, but I doubt the details would be of interest to anybody else. I can’t think for the life of me what it was supposed to mean, especially since the Lady B made a brief appearance at the end.

I also considered making a post about the Israeli hardliners’ latest descent into the sewer of mediaevalism. I’m not going to do so because it would be hard to avoid mentioning the name of the most objectionable of said body of ne’er-do-wells, and I don’t want it polluting my blog. They say that words have power, and I think they probably do.