As you know, I don’t have word verification or comment moderation here – occasionally one or the other might be put up, if there’s a sudden spate of spam or if I know I’m going to be away from the internet for a week or two, but otherwise I just delete the ones with dodgy links. I do, however, have Blogger set to send comments for moderation on posts over 20 days old. There are a surprising number of dodgy comments left on them, and I’ve just deleted 17, from about the last fortnight. I didn’t read any of them, but looked at the headings in case any of them wasn’t actually spam. For the first time ever, I found one quite offensive. It said (and I have to disguise it, because I don’t want to attract more of the same) “Attens10n, ch1ld d@t1ng m@n”.
What does it say about This Modern Age, however, that I take the offers of enhancement or paid-for romance in my stride? All aimed at men, I might add. Women are either deemed to be less easily duped or more content. Or possibly poorer.
Talking of poorer, I think that I’ve mentioned that the Sage has taken to using my phone for calls, as I can’t possibly use 10 hours-worth in a month and he certainly can. Since the phone is a bit away from his mouth, he tends to shout a bit so, considerately, he uses my phone in a room I am not.
I had been preparing a rhubarb crumble, and returned to the drawing room (also, the Write Stuff, which I’d been listening to, was over) as he was saying “goodbye” to someone.
“I’ve been telling G about *article about G’s former employers*”
G is in New Zealand.
I have rather forcefully explained that I would far rather have the cost of a call to New Zealand on the landline than on the mobile. He has apologised as if it was a personal insult. I had to explain that it wasn’t. Just an expensive mistake.
Oh well. We’re nowhere near as expensive to each other as our children were. Well, some of our children. Ro was surprisingly good value*.
Of course, they’re all Worth It. Which reminds me, I looked after Pugsley this afternoon while his mother was at her tap dancing class (no, she doesn’t fall off into the sink). When she came back, he was reluctant to clear up the pack of cards scattered on the floor. When her command didn’t work (unusually), I said that I’d give him a count of five, and after that I’d pick him up by his feet and bounce his head on the floor. He picked up the cards. How odd. I’d have gone for the bounce, in his situation. Anyway, not long afterwards, he went to sleep. I said it was unusual for him to be naughty.
Weeza and Zerlina are visiting tomorrow. Huzzah! I am very happy. And, obv, I have forgiven the Sage. His rhubarb crumble will go into the oven in two minutes, and soon he will be as happy as I am.
*joke, Weeza and Al. Joke.