I've mentioned here before that I use StatCounter to check (occasionally, I'm not obsessed!) the numbers coming to the Crawford Mansions door here at A Woman Of No Importance, and to see what sort of
One of the many pleasures of StatCounter is, de temps on temps, having a gawp at the key words people coming to my Blog have tippy-tappied out upon their keyboards...
Here are this week's treasures for your delight and delectation:
'Sad beetroot' - Amusing, but true! What possesses people, I must ask? How would you ever know if a beetroot was sad? I hope I offended none recently when I explained how I detest them!
'Hair shirt' - I have one, but only wear it for special occasions - GJ's Fiftieth Birthday coming in January springs to mind. I shall be beside myself planning that party, just you wait and see! Sackcloth optional.
'Bison head' - Moi? It's a while since I posted a head-shot to be sure, but I'm certain I wasn't looking much like a bison. A moose, perhaps...
'Gypsy curtains' - Kelly Hoppen will be signing me up soon, I'm sure, for her next instalment of 'Interiors' on Channel 4! I have a gypsy chandelier waiting to be installed in my boudoir, but no curtains. (I have no shame!)
'Cadbury's chocolate fingers' - Wha'? They've uncovered my favourite stash already - Who gave me away - Was it Grizz?!
'Paul Merton laughing...' No comment necessary.
'Tommy Cooper half chicken' - I dread to think. Was this a trick he used to perform on stage, or is someone wondering about some bizarre 'The Fly' kind of experiment??!
'English eccentrics' - There's many a true word spoken in jest. I resemble those key words!
'box of frogs' - Oh yes, now I get it "Fhina is as mad as a box of frogs" - Is that it?! Someone I really respect once described a dear colleague as "As mad as a ship's cat!" - When he said that, I just knew that he's probably used those same words to describe me. It made me laugh. He's still a friend that I respect.
'NO MATTER WHY IT HURT DOG MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER' - Yes, yes, they do. Now why are you shouting?
These days, I am finding that playing with the clever and funny little fancy rats of an evening is making me feel better, so joy doesn't only come from dogs, to be truthful.
And I never believed I would be saying that, mes amis - Never! I didn't even think I'd be able to handle the little beasties, but it's amazing what the humble human being is capable of, n'est-ce pas?
Mind you, I probably smell of rats' pee these days, too.
Tant pis, as they say in France.
Mwah! Gotcha, there on the cheek when you weren't looking!
p.s. I'm going nowhere - I get too much out of blogging as it is - Thanks to those of you who were concerned about my musings on whither Blogworld. I love you too much!
Picture: British comedian and film buff, Paul Merton, not laughing...