Revenge is Sweet
Today at work I received an email from donna.casw@haemorrhoider.com with the subject line Why your ears keep ringing (and what you can do about it!). I haven't had a good piece of spam for ages. (I am intrigued by the idea of a company called haemorrhoider.com, though. What would it do, if it existed?)
I have been looking at knitting books on Amazon and clicked on one called The Manly Art of Knitting. As you would. So now my Amazon browsing history consists of Barbara Cartland, Booker Prize nominees and knitting books, and it seems The Manly Art of Knitting was enough to make Amazon finally stop recommending further Barbara Cartland titles to me. I am not sure that its new suggestions are an improvement, though.
(The one that's been cut off is Does God Ever Speak Through Cats? No, is the answer to that.)
I have been dog-sitting for the Next Doors for the past three weeks. Sort of. Next Doors have a large, secure yard with three sheds with pet doors, plus an undercover patio, so their dog, Chester, has been able to play in his own yard during the day and sleep in his own bed at night, and come to visit me through the side gate when I'm home. Here he is after his walk:
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Next Doors came home yesterday. It felt strange walking to the shop for the paper this morning without him.
I have been looking at knitting books on Amazon and clicked on one called The Manly Art of Knitting. As you would. So now my Amazon browsing history consists of Barbara Cartland, Booker Prize nominees and knitting books, and it seems The Manly Art of Knitting was enough to make Amazon finally stop recommending further Barbara Cartland titles to me. I am not sure that its new suggestions are an improvement, though.
(The one that's been cut off is Does God Ever Speak Through Cats? No, is the answer to that.)
I have been dog-sitting for the Next Doors for the past three weeks. Sort of. Next Doors have a large, secure yard with three sheds with pet doors, plus an undercover patio, so their dog, Chester, has been able to play in his own yard during the day and sleep in his own bed at night, and come to visit me through the side gate when I'm home. Here he is after his walk:
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Next Doors came home yesterday. It felt strange walking to the shop for the paper this morning without him.