Monday, December 31, 2018

Sort of memorabilia lost and dog okay

Last week I was at home with a recuperating old dog. I'm decluttering the place. We're living in a terraced house beside a wide, busy city street. I put the section of concert seating that was used in a famous recording (John Lennon and Jagger/Dirty Mac?) into the front garden, thinking maybe I ought to get rid of it. I changed my mind and went back out, but a clownish Beatles memorabilia merchant and assistant had already loaded it into their van. I explain that I'm not discarding it, look inside for a minute and ensure the dog won't get out, but when I return they've already gone. And a little way along the road, they have left a long panel they didn't want. It's sticking out in the street, a hazard to cyclists etc. I walk there and move the panel straight alongside the kerb. The dog has managed to get out but he's pottering about in the front garden and goes back in with me, safe and sound.

Dad rolling a spliff

There are big bales of herbal marijuana here. I'm not too worried. Dad is game to try some and begins working on rolling up a spliff, something he has never done before, at the table. But then someone's boyfriend is coming in. I hope he's not a policeman, looks a bit like he might be, a big guy. I ask him and he says he is. He stands looking out our window. I assume he won't bother about us having or smoking dope but no, he says he cannot overlook it.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

"You want a little pepper with that?"


I dabble in cartooning. Sometimes I even amuse myself. I expect this gag has been done before, not sure, but probably a lot better. That's one of the problems with cartoon ideas.