…..that’s what my cat drinks - a feline milk - she loves it!! I bought four x three packs just this morning. Woolies, very hard to get, like toilet paper, you have to stock up when found.

Stay dry. Keep hydrated. Maintain equilibrium.

I make a habit of following the same consistent set of principles and social parameters over the years.  I think I have for two, maybe three, dozen years so far and am probably not going to change any time before the Big Nothingness. Like a stack of same-coloured quoits, or traffic-controlling orange witch’s hats all stacked up.  All looking the same   All consistent.  I like dogs and cats, always have and always will have, at least, one in my family. But, the most remarkable

To be congruent two angles are compatible as they have the same number of degrees defining them. But waves, be it sine or co-sine, light...

Incongruities beckon In the shape sorter of life, nothing matches up   If only we were Fat, dumb, and oh so happy: Bliss in ignorance   To say ‘I was wrong’ Too hard for officialdom Saving face the key   Spinning lies like silk Teasing half-truths cherry-picked Talking from their arse   We watch dark figures Flickering on the cave wall Shadows in the gloom   Mismatched shapes pile up Corpses in a sandy grave Squares to hexagons

I dream of human evolution.  We can all see, feel and know human evolution within our own lifetimes. We are judged not by our skin nor gender nor status but by the sincerity of our efforts. Co-operation and mutual encouragement are taught and expected by and through all societies. Peaceful problem solving.  Through discussion, all problems can be solved or nullified. Equity in dignity and respect for every life form, nothing is considered worthless nor inferior. No dogma nor

‘I’m going to lose it if you do that.’ A mild yet oddly menacing threat. The calculated aggression of weaponised volatility, of anticipatory justification. Or is it? Setting the limits of tolerance is a sensible deterrent strategy, but with vague threats like ‘lose it’, retaliation is potentially unlimited. ‘Let slip the dogs of war’ and who knows what they’ll get up to? A small typo makes it potentially even worse. ‘I’m going to love it.’ Rephrased: ‘in…’ Hang on, we’re back

Ooooh, it’s dark in here and warm - daylight -  SPLAT Nice n smelly. - lift up lid  - SPRAYYYY Maybe just across there, no one will see me  - WACK WACK WACK Yummmm, that tastes nice n greasy  -  FLICK n THONGGGG Cat food! Nice n fresh  -  massive beast  -  CHASE CRUNCH CHEWCHEW It’s like the UN, the Olympics: Germans, Australians, Americans, Orientals, Smokey Browns and even Brown Bandeds – ALLLLL living in your kitchen EVERY Summer   WACKETTY WAKETTY WACKWACKWACK ALL SUMMER

To lose a precious print!  Can, can we find it?  Frantically racing around Montmartre, all laneways, side-streets and a massive la trek.  We run back and forth when legs are not young and shoes are not trekkers.  To lose my Toulouse means we have to la trek for Lautrec.  I misplaced my print in one the le cafes or le bars, as we sipped strong coffee and weak beer, just to experience bohemian culture.  We stand out like elephants in tuxedos on a crowded iceshelf of fairy pengu

A thought at the dentist's office: Replace an old myth with a new metaphor. The pain of death? Only the pain of the anaesthetic needle.