danger stock on road

Green Snot on inside of the helmet visor was the give away

Yup coming down with the flu

This would have to the single biggest risk of being a pot smoker [the risk of a criminal conviction aside]

you “share” the joint with other people

They often have little germ factories diguised as children in their familys

You know the one’s just past the carpet grub stage and old enough to be running around building up their little immune systems by breeding the virus’s in huge amounts and then  giving the virus to any and all sundry who pass within sneeze or goober range

The wee buggers parents don’t notice ’cause the kids “always” got something or another, a cold, a virus, or just tired, its hard to tell untill YOU sneeze

So I’ve battled on with the lurgey over the last couple of days, scratchy throat slight head ache, etc but nothing too bad until this afternoon, then it hit like a ton of bricks

Talk about “power chuck” I was laxing out watching the TV having just beaten a rain shower on the way back into town from the sunday morning blast on Motto beasty [I wounder if that will stand as an excuse for speeding “sorry officer I was trying to beat the rain”]

so there I was TV on something nice and mindless with one of my Garden Tigers [Fuzz Bucket] asleep on my lap and I get the big hot flush thing happening

After the upy chucky majouris I bunked out with the electric blanket on three with another of my garden tigers [cheeky] for a couple of hours

Feeling a lot better now

The garden tigers are good company when you just want to lie quietly

“Back in the old days” I was a dog person, you know the arcitypicl bikey with the “killer pit bull terriers” [the short white English bull terriers not the now more popular american pit bull]

But not any more, Dogs take a lot of respocibility and care to look after, they also require registration and are now governed by so many council by-laws etc and to top it all off you gotta pick up their poop

CATS [or garden tigers as us double hard old biker types like to call them] are so much more easy care and in their own way are loyal and loving just like dogs but without the constant need of re-assurance that all is good

I’ve ended up with a small pride [sic] of garden tigers

I adopted one from a friend who was moving house and could not take her ginger Tom with her, so I was to look after him for a few weeks until she could get better arrangements but as it turned out there is no better arrangement for the cat than my place

He loved it straight away and refused to leave, so he has become my ginger Tom [his name is “GINGA” it was Sebastion but he was sooo embarrased by it we gave him a real name]

a year before my Mum died she was basicaly house bound with age and illness she asked could I find her a kitten, something to give her a little bit of fun and interaction in her life

I said no worries mum what kind of kitten? she says “I want a long haired ginger tom cat”

so no pressure but she was determined that it had to be long haired, ginger, and a boy

Long story short a friend of my best mate had a stray cat give birth to three kittens in the hedge at the rear of her section and low and behold there was [you got it] a long haired, ginger, boy cat

I snabbled the wee guy up stuck him under my jacket and brought him home to Mum [the other two kittens and the stray mum all got homes too so it wuz very touchy feely there for a while]

He was just a bundle of fur with feet an eyes so we ended up calling him “Fuzz Bucket”

He’s a wee stunner he grew up to be a very lean good looking cat, and was mums special wee mate that was very dedicated to her

then about six months ago Fuzzy showed showed up with a ginger/ tabby in tow following his every move and just wouldn’t leave she just bounded straight in an took up residence the cheeky wee thing

so she has adopted us and we call her “cheeky” for obvious reasons

a week ago now Fuzzy turns up home with another kitten in tow, again totaly in love with him and following his every move with fasination

I said to him “whats the story mate?” Its the price you have to pay when you’re handsom I guess

Now we have this new wee one hanging around

She’s very scared of humans and wont allow us to get close to her at the moment but is hanging around and sleeping on the back porch in a basket with some old wollen blankets in it

She has the blueist eyes that I’ve ever seen on a cat other than in books

at the moment we are calling her “Scaredy cat” because she is so timid you cant approach her with out her bolting off but then stopping just out of reach

I’m starting to think theres a sign outside the house that says “Soft touch all kittens welcome”

well its getting late work comes around early so I’ll get back into my bunk

Still feeling like shite but with luck it will be burnt out by the morning

Then Back on the road Yahoooooooo

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