Photos from a Folder I Named "Summer Doggy Style"

Disorganised is the nicest way to describe how the stuff inside my computer is laid out. I bet it would load a hundred times faster if I hadn't created a maze of folders for it to play hide-and-seek in; sniffing down files inside folders named "everything" next to folders named "everything else". Every file helpfully named an unreadable string of numbers which riddle its backstory.

Plugging in my hard drive is like cracking open the door to an Ancient Egyptian tomb and trying to find my way by guessing based on random symbols. Eventually I find something cool and bounce. Then I might post it here.

So, here's some pics I recently from a folder called "Summer Doggy Style" featuring the one and only INKY Who is a puppy, not a dog, so that name is a blatant deception. The folder's name made me laugh and look around before opening it. It turned out to be adorable.

Who loves Inky?

If you leave a comment below I'll whisper it into her ear when she tries to sit on the keyboard again.

There's a Bathtub in the Kitchen of this Abandoned Decorative Farmhouse

I thought this place was abandoned until that smile on the face in a window upstairs caught my attention. The stairs inside had completely rotted away so I probably imagined it. Still, the face existed long enough for me to trip over some hay. But I can manage that myself without a pervy ghost.

Inside was pretty creepy but only 50% as scary because upstairs no longer had stairs connected to it. Climbing would be possible but the wood was rotten; the walk back, tiring; and upstairs was probably a corridor of nightmares. I didn't have that sort of time to invest, so I soon bounced.

Kitchen bathtub though. Nice. Functional and ideal for the habitual snacker. Why put your bath in a really cold room when you could be stirring hot pasta with your toes?

Hay was my first clue that the house is decorative. Fresh hay bales from the fields. There was lots of old hay too. I tripped over it just as well as the new stuff. Less bounce, mind.

Old hay with less bounce. Grass, left to die a second time, or to get globbed onto a new pile of hay when it mysteriously appears. Or get used by the local deer that we think live here. Probably as a bed. Aw.

It didn't have a road there. More a dirt path that was torn up with tyre tracks. The type that are terrible to walk along because it's slippery mud with grassy lumps of earth left in the middle. It was a pain to get to and a pain to leave even though it was only just over the hill.

I didn't mean to make it look so creepy. It just was. It felt like an old place that was abandoned quickly but left to rot for a few decades longer. Almost apocalyptic. If it wasn't for the fresh hay I'd have left it alone for all the deer to stay.

Fast movers. Too quick and far away too soon for me to get a picture of. But loads of them sleep here, clearly. I bet they love the hay. Maybe they put the bath there.

So, Did I Die or What?

Briar, Happy

Rip Phone, Friend, and Recurring Source of Debt

Well, I still have to pay the contract. At least the proven-ineffective case I bought for it is still fine; shame about the phone but at least I have something to put in the case while I walk around wondering things like "where is Kevin Spacey right now?" without a way to check.

Instagram Stories

Since I don't have a phone I haven't posted in a couple of weeks. In case you noticed: the dogs are all fine and nobody is dead, including me. Just my phone. My only phone.

Which makes Instagram stories really difficult.

I'll try to post but I doubt it will be regularly.

Briar, Unsure

Your Phone, Is That It?

Yeah, I've been without a phone in the middle of the countryside so I talk to the dogs more than is healthy now. Briar, pictured, is enjoying her diet; Thistle is having teen angst; Inky wants to go to Alton Towers. Imogen, well, not even she knows what she wants. More plants? A cactus probably.

Are You Posting to Instagram Still?

Yes, and MORE. I'm posting to Instagram hopefully every day again now using my tablet. I've already got a ton of stuff to show you.

More? Like, more than Instagram?

YEAH. And I'm HYPED for it. Find out more in the coming blog posts. :)

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