Weetabix fall out

Near where I live they make weetabix. This is possibly not the most interesting fact that you care to read. However, there appears to be the need for some kind of government monitoring as there appears to be something around here known as weetabix fall out. This appears in a few different ways. There is a general concensus of increased oddness around here – coudl this be explained by the apparent ineffectual weetabix? Every place has it’s oddness; just around here it seems well rather odder than your normal run of the mill odd.

There is also the smell. Now, weetabix as a smell is not that offensive to me – sometimes it does bring links with child’s sick but there we go. On certain days the air around here really does smell of weetabix. If the net had smell-o-vision I would show you, until then you’ll just have to assume I have not gone barking.

The other thing is the sunsets and sunrises around here. They are very very red. The hues that you get are absolutely amazing. Tonight was one of those red / orange colourful fests. It looks like some modern art line oil painting – vivid and strong cutting through the clouds. I personally have never seen such sunsets anywhere in the country. They may be beautiful but maybe they are a sign of something rather more sinister.

I might be being a little bit of a conspiracy alarmist but I think there might be something to explore in this weetabix thing.

Stick a rocket up your bleep

As with christmas the annual firework letting off for no reason at all comes way before the actual november the 5th. This weekend the sky above our village has been a blitz re-run. The frequent bang whalloop and whizz has been the soundtrack to my weekend nights. It’s not that I hate fireworks, nope they look nice. The problem I have is how people let them off for so long and without any consideration. Our dog for instance now assumes she is being invaded and has spent all weekend hiding behind various chairs and head butting doors to find someone to shake near. I will admit being a labrador which is a gun dog, that being scared of fireworks is possibly a little strange. It’s a fact though when it comes to bang whalloop whizz she’s behind a chair before the wha.

So, those jolly souls that let of fireworks for 5 weekends running and attempt to gouge their child’s eyes out with sparklers; they aren’t considering the effects to others of their hilarious nightly enslaught. When I say I don’t hate fireworks I have a further problem other than the rather large and self standing problem of it sending my dog into a state of fear for over a month of the year. There is bonfires too. It’s not the bonfires, nope fire looks nice. Big fire looks really nice. It’s the organised events I take humberance to. You turn up, pay loads, get food poisoning from the half defrosted / half cremated food, then you get a crook in your neck trying to see a few lights in the sky that lasts about 3 seconds. I think I’m getting old referring to a crook in the neck.

I have decided that it’s not just christmas I’m going to bah humbug – nope it’s fireworks too. Time to put the sand bags out, black out the windows and stay in distracting my dog with ‘look over there’ games and minty fresh bonio. Is it summer soon?