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Hello again. I always thought I'd die before I got to thirty. I'm not sure why I thought this way, but it was always at the back of my mind when I was younger. Perhaps it was because so many famous people died young, or maybe I simply thought 30 was old. I can't remember now. The important thing is that I've made it. In spite of all the stupid things I've done, all the times I've looked death in the face and said "how're you doing?", I'm still around. And to celebrate my good fortune in growing old I've decided to quieten down and stop doing crazy things. I killed over a hundred angry wasps today with a rolled up newspaper. We discovered them nesting in the eaves just outside the bathroom window, so I stood on a chair and started smacking them as the came out to see what I was doing. Before too long they were swarming about, buzzing with anger so I had to work overtime, whacking and swatting and closing the window every so often when they starting going for my face. The English seem to think that wasps are dangerous, and shouldn't be approached let alone annoyed, but where's the challenge in calling in a pest exterminator? Besides, I haven't been stung yet..... I have had a digital camera on order for a few weeks now, and hope to get it in my hands sometime later this week. Then I will be able to post photos of me being old, me hanging out the bathroom window to swat wasps, and maybe even show you a bit more of the area I live in and the places I go. Until then stay out of trouble, and remember, you're only as old as the current year minus the year in which you were born. Regards, Bob |