273: Help Wanted

I'e been listening to a few podcasts recently.  I've noticed that one of their 'tricks' is to occasionally throw in an episode where they answer listeners' questions.  (I think this is to avoid thinking up another topic to discuss.)

Well, if it works for successful podcasts, it might work for me in this blog.  It's been  a very quiet week except for the return of the pup from his extensive European travels) so here goes.

Captain Hornblower (not his real name) asked within a recent complaint about how I'd described motorhome owners :"Who do you think you are?  What gives you the right to demean adventurous folk who travel often end extensively in a flexible, vehicle of their choosing?"

Response:  1.  I am Gina, the only blogging field spaniel in the Western hemisphere.  (There are rumours of another in China but I think he (for it is a 'he') simply reposts my work after translating it into Mandarin.  This  infringes my copyright.  I have issued a 'cease and desist' letter but have had no response.

                    2. The right of free speech - and the right I have acquired through my relative mastery of the human, English language.

Somebody who calls herself 'Doris Abigail' (though I suspect this is a pseudonym) wrote: "Are you doing any personal appearances this year?"'

Response:  Every day in Roundhay Park at approx 08:30.  Please form an orderly queue."

Wilhelmina wrote (in green ink) "Why, oh why do you have to be superior and arrogant in your blog posts."

Response: I am superior.  I am not arrogant but self-confident.

Dr Ahmed Dickinson wrote:  "As a vet I am concerned about your continuing use of technology to write your blog posts.  Are your paws suffering from RSI?"

Response:  Thank you for your concern.     As a technophile, I have moved on from keyboard input to voice input.  I dictate my blog posts and use an app called 'doggerel' to translate them into English.  Finally, as a vet, you should keep your views on patients and potential patients to yourself.,

Someone called Jacky didn't write but shouted from the kitchen, "Teatime."

I'm off.  Back next week with a 'standard' blog post.