All In A Day's Work

Well, guys and gals, lots of news to report, some to do with writing and some not.

For example, today I have launched a new pub called The Sex Doll Files, and have moved all my posts on that subject from Illumination to that new publication. The reason is that I have realised that it is somewhat niche and perhaps not to everybody’s taste. It’s not that there is anything of an offensive nature about the posts, which there isn’t. It’s just that it seems to be a touchy subject for some, and I am not here to offend anyone.

Some things had nothing to do with writing including the discovery that although Mount Fuji is 180km from where we live, by car. It is 151.7km away as the crow flies, from our road, and on a clear day we can see it as clear as a bell. Amazing.

Another thing that gave me cause to pause was what happened when my wife and I recently accompanied her mother to a clinic for eye surgery. At the end of the day, we went for a meal and the food was lovely. My dish was fresh lobster claws and a variety of shellfish and battered cod, all on a bed of pasta. 

At the end of the meal, the waiter came and asked how the food was and I said “Oishi,” which is Japanese for “delicious.” My lovely mother-in-law decided to add her comment, and I have to say the woman reduced me and her daughter to tears of laughter. “Yes,” she enjoined, “the water was delicious.” I mean, who on earth compliments the waiter on the tap water after a feast fit for a king? Talk about a backhanded compliment.

Doubling down on that faux pa, as we were leaving I opened the restaurant door out onto the street, and at just that moment I involuntarily let out a very loud, fruity fart. A gust of cold wind caught the objectionable odour and carried it to my mother-in-law’s nostrils, just behind me, and she exclaimed. “Good lord, it’s so cold you can smell it.”

My wife and I could not help roaring with laughter as we strolled back to the car. That was the first time either of us had heard of delicious tap water and the fart-smelling blast of a cold breeze. That was it, all semblance of what was meant to be a normal, civilised verbal interaction, well and truly disappeared into thin, smelly air.

Another thing I have been busy with is writing a landing page for my website, The Human Connection. I have never written an AI story and do not intend to, but it does have some uses. Recipes, health plans, and even a plan for a landing page.

Well, that’s it for tonight, it’s time to eat and drink some delicious tap water. Good night, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite, as we say.

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