The Official Nonsense Thread

[Caspin]

My brother plays an online football game in which you control a player in your team, but if insufficient numbers of people sign in to play for their team in a match then they are replaced by bots. It seemed very much as though the actual Brazil national team in the actual real World Cup had been replaced by bots!

I am looking forward to the final and do not care who wins as long as it's a good final match. Hearts did well yesterday, Liverpool ladies did OK and dear old Marine did not lose by a huge margin, so that's all good enough for me at the moment.

Mostly, though, I am looking forward to sitting quietly on my sofa at home and not having to speak to people. I met up with some friends on Friday night, which was lovely because some live in the US of A and are therefore available very infrequently. We had a nice time catching up. But then yesterday I saw a different group of friends, including one with a badly behaved small child who shouted a lot and kept jumping around, and now I'm all done with socialising for the foreseeable future. I think I'm quite friendly but not really very fond of large social gatherings.

It's hot here as well and horribly humid, with occasional downpours. The "gardeners" came yesterday and completely destroyed the flowerbeds so I do not need to worry any further about watering the plants. In fact I will go and take a picture of their "work". It is difficult to believe that the residents actually pay for this service.

Edit: here we go. They were asked to mow the lawn and trim the bushes. TRIM THE BUSHES. Instead, they simply mowed down everything in the flowerbed. I think they used the strimmer because they absolutely love using that thing.

A day ago this flowerbed was full of leafy green bushes and pink and purple flowers. It looked really lovely. The only problem was that a few of the more mature bushes had become a little tall and were poking into the downstairs flat when she has her windows open. No big deal, they just needed a little light pruning. Instead:




Nothing left but twigs and a few fallen rose petals on the grass. I'm really sad about it. It's also lucky for them that they didn't strim their way through that brown electrical cable that has detached from the wall and fallen into the flowerbed (although that might have been a permanent way to get rid of that gardener).