Buns in ovens, bombs and the damned Yanks!

19 July 2012

Do you know something?  I have always thought this was England, you know, this place where I live.  Apparently it isn't.  The place seems to be becoming more like the USA as time goes by.  If it is still England, then why the hell is the Dorktown News full of photos of silly kids going to a Prom night.  Why do we Brits have to do everything the Yanks do?  Now we can't get on with life unless we have 'closure' on something in the past.  And what about 'gifting'?  How stupid can one person get with only one head!?!  What's wrong with giving and receiving something?  I suppose it give someone an excuse to keep a job.

Also in the News this morning is a story about a householder who removed a tree from his back garden (take note, not the yard!),  and found a hand grenade where the tree once was.  That must have a been a shock!  Bomb disposal were called and attended and took the grenade to Mount Street park where they dealt with it by a controlled explosion.  I'm surprised that more unexploded bombs aren't found around here to be honest.  The town got caught up in the Coventry Blitz in 1941 as well as being a target because of the main railway through the town to London and the south.

There I was lying in bed one night and not being able to drop off because my brain was in hyper-mode that night.  A thought came into my head ... "At what point does a boy and a girl become a man and woman?"  Legally it's on their 18th birthday isn't it?  But everyone is different and although legally they may be adults, some of them are not mentally adults until much later.  Just one of my odd n ends thoughts?  Here's another that came last night ... Just how much do parent's thoughts and action effect their children?  My younger brother and I were entirely different.  I say 'were' because Dave died over three years ago.  I followed dad whereas Dave followed mam.  Dad was always on the lookout for what was best, what was the more positive outcome of something.  Mam was always every negative in everything.  I don't remember her being positive about anything at all.  Dad was disappointed that I joined the Army in 1967, he would have preferred me to have joined the Royal Marines as he had done in 1938.  Mam was angry about it because she wanted me to stay at home and be looked after by her all my life- which is exactly what Dave did.  Dad loved reading, mam didn't; I love reading and indeed I love writing too, it took Dave months to read any book he picked up. 

One thing I did pick-up from mam is her negativity.  Even after 13 years in the Army I was still looking at the dark side of everything.  It has also lead to the depression I suffer from at times.

Enough of that!!!  Time for a photo ... 

this one is of me with a slice of coffee cake at Slimbridge.

A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home.
He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed: "Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen."
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish. The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman.
He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, Then drove home to put away the groceries, paid the bills and balanced the cheque book. He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog.
By then it was 1.00 p.m. so he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. Set out milk and biscuits and got the kids organised to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV while doing the ironing.
At 4.30 p.m. he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and prepared fresh beans for supper. After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed.
At 9.0 p.m. he was exhausted and, although his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said, "Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, oh please, let us trade back."
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were.
You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night."