Virginia Woolf and Witnesses Rubbish Day

So, I am Virginia Woolf today!



There we are all full of good cheer. Luckily though there was rather a lot of traffic in the street this morning and Jehovah’s Witnesses, so the siren songs promising only despair had to be packed in for giggles and some wise words about my grey hair, which one only really sees when taking a profile photograph while dressed like Virginia Woolf sitting on the pavement in the morning.


Hello Jehovah’s Witness folk! “Interesting photo op”, they said to me while backing away slowly without giving me a copy of The Watchtower.


”These are the soul’s changes. I don’t believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one’s aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.”
Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)


Even Cowgirls Get The Blues when taking out the rubbish

So, I’m a Tom Robbins fan. That’s Tom , not Anthony. He completely won me over when he said, “Never hesitate to sell your cow for a handful of magic beans.” In honour of Tom’s book, Even Cowgirls Get The Blues, and in honour of the fact that I quite often get the blues and in honour of Doris Day in Calamity Jane – a childhood favourite, I went a little Wild West one week. Yee-haa! Praise The Lord and pass the ammunition! And please, please don’t forget to sing Gene Pitney’s The Man Who Shot Liberty Valens while looking through the following lunacy.

It was noon at the Victoria St Corral. The small person was looking for trouble.

It was noon at the Victoria St Corral. The small person was looking for trouble.

So, I ponied up...

So, I ponied up…

He didn't find trouble. He found magic beans.

He didn’t find trouble. He found magic beans.