Thursday, 14 October 2010

The Tao of Poo

The house across the way from us has recently been re-painted. Not the violent violet or the body-fluid yellow of the others, merely, the colour of what comes out of one's backside when one is slightly off-colour, but not totally hepatic.
But....this time it's not the colour that's bothering me, but the Feng Shui. A new set of front doors has been installed. One of the other dog walkers, normally a mine of misinformation, tells me that the old doors - facing west - were really bad Feng Shui, the new ones face north.
But here's the thing. The builders haven't been seen for days, and yet general rubble and crap strews their garden and spills over onto the pavement. How's that good Feng Shui?

Somewhere in the city, on my travels yesterday, I spotted a new development called 'Broadmoor'. Does no-one research these things? At least some proportion of the potential customer base are British ex-pats.

Further to the bad Feng Shui, I happen to know that Sarah Palin was in Vancouver yesterday. Perhaps her visit was eclipsed by the Chilean miners being rescued - and thank God for that - but so far as I can work out, her visit has been relatively low-key, I only know because someone I know was going to see her speak, and would be allowed to ask a question. Personally, I would find it difficult to narrow it down to one, but if I had to it would be why?


Sleepy said...

Broadmoor! Haha!
Years ago I did door-to-door sales on the estate around Broadmoor Hospital.
Fucking HUGE dogs, that's all I'm saying!

Schneewittchen said...

And the sirens - whenever they thought an inmate/patient had escaped, you could hear the sirens from where I lived in Woking.