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The post called “Here Today, gone tomorrow” hasn’t been published yet!

It’s a miracle!

Foretelling.

Foreknowledge.

A time warp.

The post called “Here Today, gone tomorrow” hasn’t been published yet! It’s scheduled…

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From my bed – mixed allsorts

From my bed, today, with a streaming cold and aching joints, I’ve been watching the world go by. Continue reading


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Battle blues, blood, bodies and brains

Mr Furlong and I are going to Provence on the Cote d’Azur in France again in May. I blogged at the beginning of 2016 about that. When we arrived at our apartment in Tourrettes Var, then, our diabetes was reasonably under control. But this Furlong disgraced herself by hogging bottles of Nutella. Well, Hazelnuts are very good food actually – did you know? But the 50% sugar content was a pity. Continue reading


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Blogger love

This Furlong, is profoundly moved by the closure of a blog I follow. Well, I really follow the personality of the blogger writing the blog. The person is dying, and today, they closed their blog. Continue reading


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A bird in the ear is better than one in the mouth

This Furlong has been overwhelmed by physical annoyances which happens as you get older. So she has missed a few days blogging.

I told you about the bird in the hand being better than one in the ear  and that I thought I had wax in my ear.

Well I had. Things got really weird. Continue reading


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Cures For The Plague

Fun post Frank! Thanks – reblogged.

Frank Davis

H/T Roobeedoo for a link that led to Cures for the Plague:

Those who stayed in London did all they could to protect themselves from the plague. As no one knew what caused the plague, most of these were based around superstition. In 1665 the College of Physicians issued a directive that brimstone ‘burnt plentiful’ was recommended for a cure for the bad air that caused the plague. Those employed in the collection of bodies frequently smoked tobacco to avoid catching the plague.

“For personal disinfections nothing enjoyed such favour as tobacco; the belief in it was widespread, and even children were made to light up a reaf in pipes. Thomas Hearnes remembers one Tom Rogers telling him that when he was a scholar at Eton in the year that the great plague raged, all the boys smoked in school by order, and that he was never whipped so…

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How to grab a pic off Twitter

I found a picture – a gif image – on Twitter that seemed to be the epitome of ME.  Well, me, most days. Well no actually, me, most of my life.

But besides admiring the skill of the artist who captured the attitude, I couldn’t save it to my computer. Continue reading