2010-03-10-Dog Catcher

Hi Misolites, 13/03/2010

Have you got your Captain Sensible Heads On? OK, Work it out if you can, what is true and what is not!!

Apparently forms have been filled in, i's have been dotted and t's have been crossed. AND, guess what!!?? Mi-Sol Park has joined the list a places to be visited by the Local Dog Catcher.

He will be coming on to the park at random intervals and impounding any dogs that have slipped their leads, performed a houdini like escape from their homes, or even (although verrry unlikely) have simply been let out by their selfish and inconsiderate owners to poo where ever they like.

As this will adversely affect any owners who let their little s**t machines loose on the park, a dog catcher checking every nook and cranny will hopefully reduce the amount of c**p left laying around on the grounds of Mi-Sol Park.

Our thoughts are with the Mi-Solite taking care of her husband in Alicante hospital. You know we are here should you need us for anything.

The best of luck to the Mi-Solite who wants to lose weight. But really, it's a bit drastic having your appendix out for the sake of a few ounces. Oh! sorry, it wasn't to lose weight. It was the pulling of pints you didn't want to do.......

The Misolite in England who has just had an operation is progressing well, we need him back here asap, as the lock on the inner office door needs changing. (No, no-one else can do it!)


As soon as the security had finished, our poor Lancashire Misolite had her garden shed broken into twice. We don't know what they took the first time but they came back for her three-wheeler bicycle amongst other things the second time. Has anyone heard of any robberies whilst the security was in place??

Who got caught driving the MISOL number-plated car by the police, off site eh?

The weather is still horrid, who mentioned global warming, seems to be the other way around here, no-one is used to this dull, grey sky we find above our heads. Please come back sun, I won't moan about you ever again.

I saw our treasurer in the office on Friday, and he told me that the gardener has been off work due to the death of his uncle. (Plot 233). The park is certainly lacking the touch of his green fingers, the weeds have made merry and seem to have gone mad while he has been away. Of course all the rain we have had hasn't helped a bit.

I was also told that things are progressing re: dealing with the electric meters and all the problems that they generate. I did say to our noble treasurer that it would be a good idea if progress reports on different matters could be published on the main Mi-Sol blog so that people were more aware of what was going on behind the scenes. He replied that (they) preferred to wait until everything was in place.

A couple of welsh people have arrived on site, there goes the peace and quiet of quiz night. A kind friend of theirs took them shopping, but when she arrived at her own home she found they had (accidentally....yeah right....hoping she wouldn't notice) nipped off with her shopping, so she had to come back and prise it from their clenched fists.

Another story doing the rounds is that the Plough may be opening again, there is an old hot tub at the back of the building, do you think this means anything? Bath & a whisky 2 bucks perhaps.
I wonder if he will bring dancing girls in? card tables? shoot outs? Who knows. Watch this space.

Well, I am really struggling now for something interesting to tell you......What?...... my friend has just told me that she has won the lottery!!!!! Soooo, right away, I said to her, never mind all them thar begging letters, never mind your family and the big houses and cars that they want. TARMAC our roads. "Okay," she said, "calm down, don't get your knickers in a twist, I'll just nip over to England, sort the kids out and bring you a cheque back."..."Nooooo," I said, "Once you escape the grip I have on your throat, you will not come back, you are lying to me." "No, I promise you, I'll come back" she said. I very, very reluctantly let her go (my husband had crept up behind me, and he now had ME by the throat. It was a Mexican standoff. I followed her to the airport, she had a private jet, but I couldn't get past security. I waved to the speck in the sky I assumed was her plane. I sat down on the concourse.....and I am waiting.....and waiting....I don't know how long I can last without food, but I will do my best. If you notice me, there at the airport, give me a little wave. (Just to keep my spirits up.)

Adios Mi-Solites.........

As I've Matured... ...I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is
stalk them and hope they panic and give in... ....