Mate, I need your commiserations and help:
I don't know, every time I get wound up about an issue I finish up opening
my big gob too far, criticise someone unfairly, and feel like the dog in
the "Bugger" ad.
Talk about tree stump through the chicken shed!
I really should get after those Grey Honeyeaters seen nesting last week at
Kunoth Well, and the Slaty-backs at the same place, and the Rufous-crowned
Emu-Wrens and Spinifexbirds just down the road from there. I need some
respite from these fiendish fonts.
Asked with great anguish: " How wouldst thou best advise me dear mate?"
( I watched Macbeth last night - orson stuff)
Surely somewhere it is written that those who raveth and blustereth, and
criticiseth their neighbour unjustly on the internet in life shall, surely,
inherit the remains of the earth at their passing - and may even find a lifer?
( Ah yes, here we are; Anthony 24, 16)
Oh mea culpa. Help me , Oh help me.
Luv Tones.
ps:
Even Thomas (1914-1953) insisted that "old age should burn and rave at
close of day".
Oh woe, howsoever did I strayeth from the path of public acceptance?
Tony Russell,
Adelaide, South Australia
Ph: 08 8337 5959
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