Those of you who drop by from time to time will be aware that this is not so much a bitch about Brittany, more a complaint about the country (the green place, not the place that has flags and goes to war).
I realise that this could well stem from the innate hostility of the inanimate objects around me. For some reason I seem to be more at their mercy out here than I ever was in the city. If the woodstove was alive, and I suspect it might be, or at least might harbour some evil entity, I would have murdered it by now. I am pleased to see, sort of, that Darling d has not only inherited her father’s bag leaving gene, but has also started to develop a relationship with the scooter which is very reminiscent of mine with the woodstove. Of course, she might be suffering from fall out, and the scooter might really be out to get me instead, since every time it lets her down at the last minute and refuses to start, I have to stop what I am doing and rush her to school at the last minute. So far this week this has made me late for my music lesson with my autists and this morning involved me abandoning my breakfast and driving to town in my pyjamas and her in tears.
Having just finished reading Dawkins God Delusion, I can quite see why primitive peoples might want to worship these objects and try to placate them. But this is not the way. Don’t give in to them. I’m going to get that wood stove one of these days…
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Having already noted to myself the unusual synchronicity of bassplayer male and lead instrument female (although my partner Emma is a fiddler rather than a singer), I now find another. There is absolutely no doubt in the mind of this unbeliever that the essential nature of the inanimate object is malign and that there exists a state of undeclared but virulent warfare between Us and Them. So this post spoke deeply to me, Rosie, and I know of your pain.
SEE? And I interpreted the title of your blog - A Bitch About Brittany - to mean a "a strong, confident woman wandering around Brittany" (as in, "you call me "bitch" like that's a bad thing...").
Funny how our initial impressions color our continued experiences...
Dick- I am glad that you have noticed this conspiracy too. Sometimes my family look at me a little strangely...
Mrs chili- But you are correct in your assumption! I chose that name for the blog because of its very ambiguity. Three uses for the price of one ...
I can use it to mean strong confident woman out and about on her patch, or same person complaining about her patch, or Porridge leaving patches on her patch...
I thought you didn't like Ms Spears.
What?
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Nothing on earth will convince me that inanimate objects dont have malicious intent! Particularly fires of any type.
Bitch is the new black, they say. Though porridge is white, of course.
Perhaps inanimate objects are simply out to make us like them, that is to say, dead. So,yes, they are out to kill us. And of course, they will win, in the end. But we mustn't give in without a fight...
(Been meaning to say, thanks for explaining feeds to me. They have changed my life!)
Hello and welcome blighty. The only thing I feel for Ms Spears is sympathy. It is bad enough being mentally ill without having the whole world watching you!
I suppose fire is likely to be seen as having evil intent where you live, meggie. Here in Brittany we just want to keep warm.
Lucy, Porridge is not white, she is cream. Retrievers aren't allowed to be white, and their noses must be black...
Blog feeds have changed my life too. Since I have subscribed, I dont waste time visting sites that haven't been updated. But I still spend the same amount of time on the web trying to keep up with frizzy logics posts and links!
You are right about her, she has been badly let down by those closest to her, and those she has made very wealthy.
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