Witchcraft!

  This is Totally fucked up, right? This has done my fucking head in! I wasn't brought up to this shit.

  So, I have a friend, in New Zealand. Okay? Her handle's " Kinks ". Well, 'Kinky', actually. She tried to join a forum as " Keekie Dee " and auto correct fucked her.

  Anyway, I got banned from the chat room we met in. (Yeah, imagine that; Me getting banned from anywhere the public fucking gather!)

  But, we'd already exchanged email addys, so were able to get in touch. Hold that thought .....

  Now then; My phone is on Vodafone. Long since become the most disgusting fucking network in the entire world.

 'Customer Service' now amounts to me taking a forty quid taxi trip into the next county over. Longfordistan. And, only during shop hours, of course.

  But, I digress. My price plan allows me to make all the calls I like, within the Republic. But, I can't call shit forty miles up the road, over the border.

  Well, yesterday is a blur. Frankly. I got up at some stupid hour. Dawn, or something. Spent the whole day, seemingly, ripping Micky's fucking 7 out of this machine.

  So, yes; 'Fuck you and goodbye, Microsoft!'. I am now coming at ye from Linux! " KDE5 ", to be precise. And it's fucking brilliant! 7 was. But, they're shutting that one down and FUCK 10!!!

  Anyway, so, that thought? Kinks and I being in touch? Couldn't sit and type at eachother, in a chat room. Fuck trying to exchange emails! We liked to Talk. Not send fucking letters!

  And, that's how I somehow came up with " Telegram ". A Russian based IMS type thing. I guess it might be a bit like that Skype? Wouldn't know. Never touched Skype.

  So; We both have mike's. We both got Telegram downloaded. We've spent the past year yakkering our fucking heads off, most nights. Absolutely free!

  Only, Linux has a teething dispute with Telegram and I couldn't get Sound on it! Watching video's in grim silence. And Kinks was due!

  Honestly don't even remember exactly what I did. But, I somehow managed to download Telegram onto my phone.

  Now, this is fucked up! Kinks hit me, on here. The little box popped up and made its noise. I clicked it. Heard nothing, obviously.

  So I typed something like; " Hang on, Kinks. On Linux and no sound from this. " Then ..... I don't even remember what I did! 

  I'd had a ridiculously long and stressful day. I was absolutely exhausted, and yes; Just a Teensy bit pissed as a fucking hand cart!

  But, I distinctly remember doing Something, and hearing Kinks blaring out of my Phone!!! And she's in fucking New Zealand!!! Like; WTF?!?

  So, I stuck my headphones in and we chatted merrily away for a couple of fucking hours! On my Phone! For absolutely fuck all!!!

  What fucking Witchcraft is this?! I can't ring my brother, in england. " You do not have enough credit to make this call. " 

  Yet, using the Telegram App. ~ completely free! ~ I can talk to the other side of the fucking world, all night long, and it doesn't cost me a cent!!! 

  How fucked up is That?!?

One Skip Later ..... And Other Thoughts:

Well, be fucked ....! Here's what I started with. (Spot the Nigger!)






And here's what I bought.







Six foot high, that bastard is. Meant I had to man handle, heave, at least chuck just about everything I had into it. Bastard.

Best bit is; I still have plenty left out there. And that fukka's levelled over. Couldn't fit another gallon oil can in it. And don't talk to me about 'Boarding up the sides' either. That fucking thing crept into the place I needed it, Only with me lifting an overhead wire the extra couple of inches with a damn hay rake!

Their contract states, 'Don't Overload'. My eye says, 'I don't need the drama, or the Electrician!' FFS.

Just thought I'd show ye this, as I realise I've been a bit quiet of late. This is much to do with it. Working like a slave while it's, at least, not chucking it down here.

But, the Ash and Sycamore leaves are dropping now. As are the temperatures and day hours. I've had the stove lit for two or three nights now. Tonight it hasn't crossed my mind.

But, Rosie and Donks are out there, right now, with their heads amongst a bale of hay. I pulled that out of their 'Back Up' store, today. I'll pull another bale tomorrow. Jesus; Where is this going? Where will I find, let alone afford more hay?

Pat's cut his fields. It kills me to see the edges left. All that stuff my horses would die to get at. His cattle would taste, trample and shit on. " The other mans grass ".

Different creatures eat different ways, see? Sheep eat so low down they'll starve a horse. Horse will starve a cow. Cows just wander about, munching about 1/10th of what they tread and shit on into shit. Then, ye can chuck their own shit onto the same ground, and they'll repeat the whole shit on that field.

Horses don't like to eat grass that's grown through their own shit. Much more of this and I'll be going right back to my roots; Travelling, just to find verges to feed the damn horses from!

Oh well. This sort of shit certainly puts all the old, citified bullshit into perspective. Be that Country Life, Moaning Farmers or Witchcraft. It all ends up tied into the seasons, when ye life's dependent on the land and thus seasonal moods.

And we've just had one of the worst ones.

An 'Interesting' time lays ahead.