The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.

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Oh the PAIN!

Today I did nothing but work on our phones.

I swapped Mr Furlong’s data to another smartphone,   Then I swapped my phone data with his old phone (which had to have factory settings installed) because mine had been dropped and cracked and the mic didn’t work unless I had the headphones dangling off of it. Continue reading


On the stupidity of man – a thought

The same wealthy friend of my mother’s – the one that gave me the Balmain dress, and in whose house I stole and lit up my first cigarette, ended up lonely and sick. Continue reading


On the stupidity of man – a meditation

I remember watching this many years ago. It’s still good. This channel alone has had almost ten million views – and this video appears elsewhere too.  Continue reading


Dog comfort

This video should play if you click on it. Reminds me of the now deceased Bobby-the-dog.

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My mother had a fashionable (and wealthy) friend. She bought Paris fashions for special events. She loved Balmain. Continue reading

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Mr Furlong came home from collecting his medication at the medical centre. The miracle was, that for the first time since we have been living ‘in town’ here, it was CORRECT! Continue reading

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Morning has broken – not a cloud in the sky!

Oh, perfect day!

Not a cloud to be seen.

Sunshine! SUNSHINE! Wow. Continue reading

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Oh! The smell of spring..

This morning, I remembered how it was my custom to open the kitchen door as soon as I got up in the new day and let Bobby-the-dog out into the garden for his morning ablutions. Continue reading


A meditation on curiosity

I found this inspirational video animated by one man and his wife. Somehow, I was impelled by the beautiful graphics to watch it to the end. It’s a story about how curiosity drives us.

Curiosity must be one of life’s amazing gifts! There’s always an adventure awaiting the curious, yes? Continue reading


Celebrations! Zuma has gone

Well, the Southern African swamp is being drained.

Zuma has gone. They call him Mr Teflon.

Why? Because nothing sticks! Continue reading