24 September
At long last we have finally got mother’s affairs
cleared up and we can start to relax a wee bit. To start that off I have today
booked us a holiday to Majorca for a week. I’ll post the dates later on. The
big shocker though is the insurance, booked through Saga; £186 for both of us
for a week. Now though, it’s time to move on.
The other day I actually made an effort and did some
more to my new Fred Cooper story but typing up what I had actually hand
written. There I was ready to start writing again and a phone call put all that
to one side. Seeing as we are having a quiet evening this evening I’ll see if I
can get a bit more too. Truth be told, I’ve got quite lazy and really just
couldn’t be bothered with it. So I really do need to get myself sorted out and
get on with it.
Last week time I picked up a heck of a head cold and
it really did knock me about. The result was that I spent a lot of time just
sitting and watching telly and a bit of reading too. For some daft reason I
really do hit rock bottom when I have a head cold. Most other illnesses I seem
to just get on with and deal with them. Head colds, no way. Its lemsip and
keeping warm that helps.
The latest I’ve heard about the damage and vandalism
out back is that the cops know who it was, great … BUT … there’s mental illness
involved and that prevents them from even interviewing her. That really get up
my nose! All too often I’ve seen things being done and being got away with because
of a claim of mental health. One day someone will wake to the false claims and
deal with it … hopefully … perhaps … with luck … but I won’t hold my breath
though … … …
Our chicken dinner the other day was really lovely. We
both enjoyed it and just about cleared her plate; I always do, but there again,
I’m a greedy sod. I have found a problem with such large dinners though. Since
Sunday I have found that I haven’t been very hungry at all. Like yesterday; I
had two slices of toast for lunch, but come dinner time I didn’t fancy anything
at all. Now that is very strange for me, and fairly new too. By ‘not fancying’,
I mean, I’m not hungry. The following morning I’m still not hungry. I shall
keep an eye on in case I need to speak to anyone about it.
And so for today’s photo …
Fussing about with her
hair.
And today’s funny is from the Sage … thanks buddy …
"I'm
not going to cite you," said the officer. "I just wanted to warn you
that the reflector on the back of your buggy is broken and it could be
dangerous."
"I
thank thee," replied the Amish lady. "I shall have my husband repair
it as soon as I return home."
"Also,"
said the officer, "I noticed one of your reins to your horse is wrapped
around his testicles. Some people might consider this cruelty to animals so you
should have your husband check that too."
"Again
I thank thee. I shall have my husband check this when I get home."
True to
her word, when the Amish lady got home, she told her husband about the broken
reflector. He said he would put a new one on immediately.
"Also,"
said the Amish woman, "the policeman said there was something wrong with
the emergency brake."
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