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I have moths.
To be fair, I've had moths for a long time, for years, but after the Last Great Battle of a few years back, I thought they were beat. I bought some hanging repellers to protect my wardrobes, and noted the odd one or two fluttering around at intervals. Tattered remnants, I thought, of a once-mighty foe. But no. The Next Great Battle is always The Last Great Battle, and they are back.
This time I have a slight advantage. I know where they're coming from. The cupboard with the tumble drier is their lair, and stage one of plan "Die, you filthy insect bastards, die, die, die!" is underway. My main weapon is the hoover. And some fly spray. I've used both of these, while I wait for delivery of theagent orange napalm moth spray from America. This stuff kills moths. Insects. Cockroaches. It kills Mothra. And attendant genetic damage? Don't bother me with trifles.
In other, non-moth related, news, I went to the doctor's today for the results of my blood tests. She positively beamed at me. Apparently my diabetic control is a much better, better than she would have expected from a month worth of diet and life style changes. My tan looks great. And the lost weight suits me.
OK, the tan I'm neither here nor there about, but the blood sugars are really quite impressive. So this is my new way of living...
I also got a bonus this month. It's tied in mysteriously to company performance, so it was at the lower end of what it could have been, but even after tax it will be about the equivalent of a month's salary, so I'm not about to complain (I strongly suspect, by the way, that when we talk about a bonus culture then the folk getting less than 4 week's salary don't really get thought of much. Just a thought).
The sun is shining, the grass is riz, the boid is on the wing - I'm off for a kir, and then an evening with Moishe's Bagel. You all have a fun weekend.
To be fair, I've had moths for a long time, for years, but after the Last Great Battle of a few years back, I thought they were beat. I bought some hanging repellers to protect my wardrobes, and noted the odd one or two fluttering around at intervals. Tattered remnants, I thought, of a once-mighty foe. But no. The Next Great Battle is always The Last Great Battle, and they are back.
This time I have a slight advantage. I know where they're coming from. The cupboard with the tumble drier is their lair, and stage one of plan "Die, you filthy insect bastards, die, die, die!" is underway. My main weapon is the hoover. And some fly spray. I've used both of these, while I wait for delivery of the
In other, non-moth related, news, I went to the doctor's today for the results of my blood tests. She positively beamed at me. Apparently my diabetic control is a much better, better than she would have expected from a month worth of diet and life style changes. My tan looks great. And the lost weight suits me.
OK, the tan I'm neither here nor there about, but the blood sugars are really quite impressive. So this is my new way of living...
I also got a bonus this month. It's tied in mysteriously to company performance, so it was at the lower end of what it could have been, but even after tax it will be about the equivalent of a month's salary, so I'm not about to complain (I strongly suspect, by the way, that when we talk about a bonus culture then the folk getting less than 4 week's salary don't really get thought of much. Just a thought).
The sun is shining, the grass is riz, the boid is on the wing - I'm off for a kir, and then an evening with Moishe's Bagel. You all have a fun weekend.
