And the worst

I really loved Murph. I love the way his scribe, Drew Peacock, writes too. One only has to consider a few of his finer aphorisms – Norfolk and Good, Far Kennel, The Dog’s Blog Rocks – to know he will both entertain you and force you to consider life in an altogether new manner. Murph didn’t make it home from the vet’s today and has played his Last Post. Sympathy and best wishes to his family, Drew, Kath E Rine, Oz and the Lilster. Dogs matter. They never blame you when you really screw up, even if they’re the ones to come off worst, and you miss them forever when they’re gone,

When I met Drew, round at Dave’s, we touched on the subject – theoretically, at that point of course. I have to say, although (I hasten to assure you) Tilly is fit and well, it worries me no end that one day I’ll give you bad news. And you’ll be upset, and so will I, and we all try to be happy bloggers…but there it is. We share the good times and the bad.

Bless you all, darlings. I do appreciate you, even those of you who read and never say a word so I don’t know who you are (you’re more than welcome, we’re libertarians all on this blog and stand up for free non-speech).

Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the lesson I had in A level German, which was conducted in German so I didn’t really get much of it, and the governor training session I took on How To Sack A Teacher. Theoretically. Tomorrow, Finance, Years 9 and 10 French and A level Music. And a PCC meeting. I lead a rich, full, life (she said ironically).

G’night all

9 comments on “And the worst

  1. gordy and georgie

    Awww, I liked Murph too. Gordy and Georgie keep being asked to start blogging but their dewclaws get in the way while keyboarding


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