h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ouch indeed, HN. He's been taking more of his painkillers (and my goddess, they're horse pills) I hope the doc will let him have more tomorrow.

For some reason I found this to be funny: http://tinyurl.com/26p37l2

I think I subscribe to your preferred way of working, Eats - I have to say that Mrs SG V is a great believer in lists...

* reading and sympathising/empathising

* wonders what exactly Freddie is up to at the moment

[p] off to the doctor of more magic pills that work. Need to see him to get the repeat authorised.

Also wondering where all the space in this house has come from...

Dementia is surreally disturbing, MC. What an upsetting incident for everyone.

Ouch for Mr Nerd. Lots of ouchiness in the salon at the moment.

We have fleas. Not Z and me, but Tiger Bella and Timmy . I don't actually mind fleas that much, live and let scratch, but I'm sufficiently socialised to accept that I must now do the whole shut-the-room-and-spray thing, made more complex by having to shift the torties and Fluff. My heart sinks at the thought of all the bedding that's in the storage depot.

Ben

Fleas. Huh. In reality nothing more than a minor irritation, yet perceived by a large percentage of the population to be harbingers of filth and disaster.

Your starter for 10: Race memory of plague, or are people just wusses?

Wusses.

Though in fairness, some people react very badly to them. Bella is allergic, poor itchy thing.

I guess it *could* be race memory of plague, but when was plague actually nailed to rats and fleas? So if plague's a factor I think it would be diluted into a set of associated "ikk" reactions which associate poverty, disease and verminous filth.

As one of Aphra Behn's character's said: "come away quickly, poverty's catching".

B

Surely it's comparatively recently that fleas etc would be associated just with poverty, though? How long have we had decent flea treatments? Prior to that they'd just be assoicated with living in close quarters with animals. Which covers the bottom and top of society, again until quite recently. Nobles' hunting dogs must've been rife with them. Our hound picks them up with depressing regularity from the foxes in the field behind our garden. Stupid thing won't learn not to associate with them.

I'm very firmly in the Shudders At The Thought of Fleas camp, being very allergic to their bites.

* wonders if Witty's okay these days

Surviving. Not thriving.

On my way to court this morning. All of a sudden, a certain STBX is in a hurry to get divorced. Must be in a hurry to get married or something.

fleas wouldnt be so bad if they didn't bite. surprisingly, with two cats and a dog, we haven't had a problem in a few years. (both the cats are indoor ones, so that makes a big difference.)

Our thoughts are with you, Witty

Definitely.

Morning all.

Sorry about the Hubby HN, hope he's alright!

Afternoon all.

*Washes up and puts the v/_\3 on*

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Pssst: BB, there's actually a bot who might feel unemployed if you do the washing up

Almost done packing my office into little boxes all mad of ticky tacky. And putting post-its on everything not boxable. Wall painting and new carpets going to happen while I'm on vacation.

Surprisingly, I got a load of stuff dumped. Yay.

On vacation in 1-2 hours, back in the office Aug 9

Lots of , & for all of you who could need either/or right now!

Stay strong, Witty.

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Fleas, ticks, bedbugs, mosquitoes...yes, anything that thrives on my blood and flesh and spreads disease is a filthy creature indeed.

*Frantically redirects expressions of sympathy toward Magwitch's hubby.*

Sorry for the confusion. I see I failed to add >>> when I responded to Magwitch's post regarding her husband falling downstairs.

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Well, fleas *are* the harbingers of tapeworms.

Don't like creatures that bite me and cause itching. Or sting me. Think horse flies are the worst though, taking a big chunk of flesh out of you making you bleed like .

I thought rats were considered the harbingers of plague? Or are we talking general ailments here?

*chants* Ring a ring o'roses, a pocketful of posies, atishoo, atishoo, all fall down...

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{meanwhile, back at the ranch, amplifiers circuits are biased against our intrepid electric cowboy}