Sorry dudes , dudettes and non dudally specifics but I will not be tagging people, simply because I cannot ; tag me all you wish but , and I don't know if you've noticed, I am not a member of the blogging community like the rest of you who meet up, attend this , that and the other together...I don't know anyone !!! To be honest this tagging lark is a bit inadvertently thoughtless - especially for those on the periphery who feel left out enough as it is .
I stack shelves, come home, look after the kids, read, type a bit at my PC and sleep...
what's more certain bloggers have made it quite clear that my face doesn't fit in certain circles ; and God bless them for their candour ; I'm sorry that I'm not a professional or a cleric or a rich lay busybody who's interested in maniples and gothic arches or conjugating latin verbs or which archdeacon is the second cousin to which monsignor; but what the hey - I'll keep doing what I do....and they can do what they wish.
God bless them but some of us do feel pretty isolated ; yet we're all on the same side...
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people. [reluctantly and regrettably ignored]
It was plain to Percy Pilbeam that whoever was doing it was of the female sex, which is celebrated, when on the telephone, for never allowing the party of the second part to get a word in edgeways. He noted the slow drooping of his companion's jaw and the look of dismay that came into his eyes. An able diagnostician , he had no difficulty in deducing that Biff was being properly told off by some unseen lady friend, and if he had had a heart, it would have probably bled for him.
[P.G. Wodehouse "Frozen Assets"]