Lost

or, how to be helpful… without being helpful 🤣.
or, when did you last encounter this?

Alone in the country, driving along,
Where am I going? I’ve got it all wrong!
With my hopes of arrival beginning to fade
I spy an old farmer who comes to my aid.

It’s down in the valley, up by the hotel,
With conflicting directions, this might not end well,
Across from the post box, around from the church,
Along from the old stocks, right next to the birch.

You’ll come to a crossroads, now don’t go down there,
I’m silently wringing my hands in despair
By Fletcher’s Farmyard, who on earth is that?
Not far from the thatched pub, The Old Broken Bat.

Past old Parson Jeffries’ humble abode,
Much more of this and my head will explode.
I ended the chat knowing less than I started,
I revved up the engine, and quickly departed.

You can listen instead, I did a YouTube link today. I’m on a roll, finding new ways of doing things, even managed to add a special effect.

Reuben (Fandango’s Friday Flashback)

Yay, it is Friday again, and Fandango has just published his Friday Flashback post. The idea is that he picks a post from this day in a previous year, to give newer readers a better insight into what makes him tick.

I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own reminiscence. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was, where I am now, and how far I have come. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining along the way.

Oh, and thank you to Jennifer at Paperkutzs for allowing me to use her image.


This is from last year. One of our cats is called Reuben, and this post records his exploits over just one day. Reuben is… proficient, but that same cat curled up next to me in bed at 6AM this morning, purring loudly.

Fandango’s One Word Challenge (16 October 2020)

When the Cambridge Analytica story broke, the thing that struck me was that people were generally so gullible, assuming that their data was worthless when, to companies such as Cambridge Analytica, it is far from worthless.

I think that the public must get used to every piece of data they give away being stored in a database somewhere, forever. I don’t say that this is necessarily wrong, and it is certainly inevitable, but we should understand that some of the reasons for using that data will not be as innocent as we’d like to think.

I have two birthdays, my real birthday and one, memorised, that I use with every online app which for some reason (we might well ask why) wants to know – including Facebook. Two sets of presents? I wish.

Our data has value.

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC), intangible.