Bitch on the Blog

March 5, 2016


Filed under: Amusement,History,Roadkill — bitchontheblog @ 19:49

Sweethearts, you think I am low on the ground? I AM FLATTENED. Finito.  Basta. Ende. You name it as long as there an end to it. A hedgehog crossing a busy road has nothing on me.

Let’s apply a bit of American speak: I am “challenged”. Which I’d normally welcome but not with my comp crashing every seven minutes. It’s difficult to think when rushed.

The Angel put his friendly face round the door the other day, looked at me, shook his Viking head, complete with long locks,  and said “Mama. The Keyboard Warrior”. The Keyboard Warrior. I should be so lucky. Win a battle, try and invade Russia (in winter). You may lose the war. At the moment there is a truce. Kissinger notwithstanding. Never mind Hillary’s emails being made available for public consumption. I can’t send any. As to playing cards: Trump ain’t ace.

Never mind fracking. Let the best woman win. And it’s only March. Ides of.

Upshot being that the only reason I don’t wish I were still five because then the Angel wouldn’t exist. Logistically, biologically impossible. So I am what I am. And what I am is both totally happy and totally disenchanted.  If anyone had forecast this x years ago I’d told them to go away and revisit me in x years. Well. You can beat the hell out of an optimist (physically) but you can’t darken my sun.

Other than that: Everything is fine.

Hugs and kisses,






  1. Glad to see you are still upbeat. Since I am having a Bill Clinton moment, I will point out that whether you win the war or not is entirely dependent on how you define “the war”.

    Comment by Looney — March 5, 2016 @ 20:55 | Reply

    • I am always upbeat, Looney. That’s part of my misfortune.

      “Bill Clinton moment”? Which one?

      Yes, how does one define “war”? I tend to just soldier on. With much damage limitation.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 6, 2016 @ 02:14 | Reply

  2. So this post is all about your computer crashing? Yes?

    Comment by Friko — March 5, 2016 @ 23:36 | Reply

    • It is, Friko, it is. The other one is on the blink too. Now I am back to pen and paper – which is lovely. And wish I’d never handed over my dear beloved IBM golf ball. Trouble with handwriting is that – even when employing shorthand – my thoughts overtake each other. That’s one hell of a waste. If I put all my lost thoughts on a compost heap we’d be in dung.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 6, 2016 @ 02:11 | Reply

  3. As long as everything else is fine, enjoy them.

    Comment by rummuser — March 6, 2016 @ 13:58 | Reply

  4. Keyboard warrior. That would be Daughter. She is. So fierce her life has been threatened and not just the once. Sorry to hear about your techie troubles. I daren’t even move mine as the plug pops and it’s a faulty one and takes a couple of hours of caresses and incantations to hook up again. I’d love a new one. Alas, not to be. I need a patron, the old fashioned kind, one who would limit their expectations to worship from afar.


    Comment by wisewebwoman — March 7, 2016 @ 23:17 | Reply

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