Good kharma…

…I received another chain email today professing great kharmic reward for the simple action of forwarding it’s life lessons to others. Maybe the author of this message could explain to me (as I sat amidst the dust and rubble of my new ‘house’ in tears this morning) why my door had been kicked down and all my tools had been stolen? Why some mindless arse had decided that I deserved to have my means of working and earning a living removed from my life and replaced with feelings of despair, distrust and disillusionment…. ?

Still – the GNR (rozzas to any UK readers and cops to anyone Stateside) were exceedingly pleasant as they filled out forms and projected a complete lack of catching anybody. As for my insurance company – surely it must hurt to smile that much whilst telling somebody that the likelihood of a claim is virtually nil due to technical/clerical/incompetency issues. Have a nice day to you too.

As for my kharma. I have swatted a large amount of flies this year. That’ll learn me…

I didn’t surf today.

On the lighter, brighter side – Tango arrives in 13 days. Ohboyohboyohboy…..

25 Replies to “Good kharma…”

  1. what basteedos’s!!

    Gosh I have not heard the term ‘rozzers’ in years … I thought it was a Norvern expression

    Chin up and sending virtual friendly hugz (hope T doesn’t mind)

    1. Any hugs gratefully accepted at this juncture x

      As for the derivation of rozzer there are 3 main contenders –

      the 1st being – Robert Peel from Bury, Lancashire organised the first police force and the local town they concentrated their efforts on was Rossendale, hence Rozzers…

      also rozzer may come from the French word Rousse which was French underworld slang for a policeman, meaning Red or Redhead…

      whereas some believe that it was first used in the East End of London about the time that many Jews settled around Petticoat Lane. The word was Hebrew in origination: ‘Chazer’ (which translates as ‘pig’) which became ‘cozzer’ later rhymed and slanged to become ‘rozzer’…

      Just in case you were wondering…

      1. coming from Liverpool non seem to fit. I remember using the term when I moved to Manchester and was met with ‘huh?’ but such a great word.

        I favour the East End version 🙂

          1. …that can definitely be aranged. I know a man who knows this guy – well that’s his speciality…

  2. Okay, this is one of those extremely rare occasions where c*** is appropriate. 🙁

    There, glad that’s all behind us … on to better things and many snogs soon … xxx

  3. Well shite! That really sux! If I could ship some of hubby’s tools to you (they are rarely used 🙂 ) I certainly would, however, I believe the shipping costs would exceed what the tools are worth.

    Good luck in finding the arse(s)…I’ll send some of Z’s kharma your way (5-year old kharma is some of the best kind!).

  4. wait – wait – i’m for rehabilitation!!

    when you catch them – let’s take turns beating them with any of the tools you have left!! that ought to fix ’em.

  5. f**ktarded scum-sucking ****farts… May they have terrible accidents with screwdrivers, bandsaws and grinders – and through the transference of Kharma, you will then be given an appropriate insurance settlement, replacing all of the tools…

    sucks and blows, it does…

    1. ‘f**ktarded scum-sucking ****farts’ tee hee. My such colourful language from a refined lady like yourself. I’ll keep my eye on the local news for hideous screwdriver/bandsaw/grinder incidents…

  6. I knew if i waited long enough i would be able to witness even those from Canadia using one of my favorite words which was best used by Irvine Walsh in the following sentence …..” c##t off you c###ing c###s” .
    And unfortunate as the precipitating event was ,sometimes it is good to reconnect with our angry side.
    Sorry to hear about your loss,i envied your powertools but it wasn`t me dude.
    I didn`t surf today either but its winter so its dark when i go to work ….and when i get home!

    1. Hi Hugeness. A loss indeed but at least they didn’t take the Transit! Getting proper hot here now and the surf has been good. Back to the Grindstone though for me… x

  7. * shakes head in empathetic disappointment *
    Dude.

    That sucks pretty hard. Time to dig a spike lined trench around the estate. And hang a string of (fake, of course) human ears on the front door. Call me old fashioned…

    1. Ooh I’m liking the Medieval streak this is bringing out. I can think of all sorts of things to hang on strings (after I catch the bastards) to adorn what’s left of my door…

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