Thursday, 15 October 2009

I Have Not Gone Away (but I have been having a Face Book flirtation...)


Hello.
Haven't I been horribly remiss? Sorry my lovely little chums but I have been a busy little bee, plus I went to a university reunion (I was terrified - but had a great time) and at that was encouraged to get into Face Book and, basically, am now addicted. Also my house is a mess and my husband tells me he has swine flu. (He doesn't; he has a cold and is regularly being dosed with hot honey & lemon. However he is male and therefore not able to deal with little illnesses in a grown up way!!).

On the messy house front, I have decided life is too short to clean (so have employed someone to do it for me...!!) OK to be fair she's a girl in the village with 2 small kids and a husband who doesn't work. She likes cleaning and is happy to help. I need help and am happy to pay. It's beautful!

For those of you feeling guilty about the layers of dust and the piles of ironing, I bid you read below and feel free!

More soon (promise)
E

Dust If You Must (Anon.)

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

It's only a little thing...


So now I know why my front tyre ("tire" for you trans-Atlantic readers) has been needing pumped up so often... Look what the nice man in the garage found this morning....

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Happy Wedding Anniversary





Happy Wedding Anniversary to Steva & me! Two years already? How time flies!!

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Growing old gracefully...




I was speaking to an old uni friend the other day and we were laughing at how much we have changed. Gone are the days when we were young glamorous career girls charging round London. Now we're happily married, living in the countryside and more worried about our gardens and chickens than in going to the latest party. I wondered had we become boring. She reckoned not at all and then she sent me this great wee poem which just hit the nail on the head. Exx






If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.

Thursday, 27 August 2009

You have got to laugh!!!




A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.

"Miss Whack, I'd like to get a £30,000 loan to take a holiday."

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's okay, he knows the bank manager.

Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.

The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explains that she'll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.

She finds the manager and says, "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow £30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral."

She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what in the world is this?"


The bank manager looks back at her and says...

"It's a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan, His old man's a Rolling Stone."


(You're singing it, aren't you? Yeah, I know you are........)

(With thanks to Answerbag.com)

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Frazzled



I am totally hassled. However I thought I would be soothed by by choosing a calming scene for this post!

I have had a shocker of a week:

migraines,
computers at work going down,
guests staying (who were great fun but needed driving round the coutryside to attend a wedding),
things breaking,
and then to top it all a burglary at work which resulted in my office (ground floor you see) being ransacked. There was glass everywhere and papers and stuff strwen all round the room. I don't know what you were doing on Saturday night but I was being fingerprinted by CID and SOCO officers... It was like being in TV. Sort of!

So that's what I've been doing! You?

E

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

And my husband says I overreact sometimes...?!

Poor old Hillary Clinton. Like her or loathe her, she does get a lot of stick and bad press which is not always deserved.

Mind you she appears to have lost her cool this time... Last night there she was at a debate in Africa when some poor student (whose first language is not English) asked her what "Mr Clinton" thought about Chinese investment. Apparently the student lived to tell the tale but it was a close run thing as the US Secretary of State tore strips off him asking why she would know anything about her husband's views and how she was now the important one in the Clinton household not him. (It seems the poor student got muddled up between "Obama" and "Clinton" and so wasn't really interested at all in what Bill had to say. Bet he won't make that blooper again...).

It's hilarious viewing. If you've got the inclination have a look and see...