Monday, 22 October 2012

Squeaks from Plastic

Yesterday's post was somewhat depressing was it not? 
I am sort of sorry for posting it now. Sad stories are not always the best medicine here in blogland.
Unfortunately bad news has a strange way of piling up in front of you, a bit like when someone blocks one of those moving walk ways at the airport and a bottle neck of slightly stressed holiday makers crowd uncomfortably together without looking at each other...
One  bleak snippet after another seem to have an irritating habit of adding to an oppressive heavy feeling of  gloom which is not helped by our season of wet, dark weather which has now set in for the duration.
For the likes of Tom  today's trials will be another bit of shit to be coped with. and let's hope fate's ability to lob shit "overarm" rather than underarm will give things a rest for all of us soon..
Alas life isn't Little House On The Prairie......not everything is resolved by Laura Ingalls after 50 minutes of skipping
I am lucky, very lucky....... for my "black dog" of  last year's winter has lifted now and I am firm in the idea that possessing a sense of humour is one of the most vital things available to  a person when your mental health  status quo needs nurturing.

I will leave you with one of those "little moments" that gives a person a lift when you are not quite expecting it.
Saturday we were mooching along the supermarket shelves doing the week shop ( how Chris managed if after a 24 hour flight bugger only knows).
Anyhow on impulse I had an urge to get one of the squeaky toys for William from the pet section , and started to look through the rather eclectic selection of plastic bones, balls and rubber chickens!
As I did so a middle aged woman joined me and without saying anything both of us started to "check the squeaks" to find out which one was most appropriate for our needs.
It was a brief, slightly surreal interaction which finished only after I overly squashed a rubber chicken which "farted" rather wetly between us and she quipped "ohhh matron!" in way of a response .

A silly little moment to be sure.... but if I was depressed and sad ( which incidentally I was not) it would have been a little tonic that I needed....
So to Tom, to a couple of people I know here in Trelawnyd and to a dear friend
I am squeaking that Rubber Chicken at you!
ps YP before you say anything I was squeaking the chicken NOT choking it!)

25 comments:

  1. It is little moments like this - or smiles as you walk round the supermarket - that make you feel better when you are down, I think John.

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  2. Ha! Bandit had one of those Rubber squeaky chickens, with it being his fav I am sure(long gone now). I always find a bit of daily strength most days with Marc & Angel Humor is great tonic as is smiling from it all ... Wake up every morning with the idea that something wonderful is possible today. – Smiling is a healing energy. Always find a reason to smile. It may not add years to your life but will surely add life to your years. A consistent positive attitude is the cheapest ‘fountain of youth.’ You’ve got to dance like there’s nobody watching, love like you’ll never be hurt, sing like there’s nobody listening, and live like it’s heaven on Earth.

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  3. I am honoured to receive a PS - especially from a noble Earl like yourself. I always like my own little PS. But I was not drawn to comment on your rubber chicken testing. What I had noted was that a complete stranger also likened you to Hattie Jacques with her "Ohhh matron!"
    PS Where's the "i", the other "s" and the "off"?

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  4. I used to buy my lot squeaky Thatchers. Watching them tearing her head off did me a great deal of good.

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  5. Did William get the chicken? Might need to keep an eye on it for a case of pasty butt.

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  6. I hear rubber chickens are available on the NHS...

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  7. Some days the only that will help is a fart from a rubber chicken.

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  8. Squeak the Squeak should be a new catch-a-phrase ! brilliant & thanks - I laughed out loud ( well snorted really ) at the thought of you & that woman making sweet music together. It's the sort of thing I'd do if someone stood next to me in the squeaky animal toy aisle !

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  9. I have sent you something that might make you smile! x

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  10. Ohhh matron! I'm going to say that to myself and think of you and your stories the next time I need that little lift.

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  11. Ah the rubber chicken, the answer to all woes. Thanks for the smile raising.

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  12. Oh, tee hee hee....that's an image to be held in my mind all day.
    Jane x

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  13. Did you ever read the "Little House" series? Good God, it's full of violence and mayhem. Plagues of locusts,starvation filled winters, and as a nice topper, sister Mary is blinded by disease.
    The only thing the TV Laura ever seemed to deal with was an absolutely horrid case of buck teeth.

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  14. This made me smile, and you're right, those little moments do a lot to lift one's spirits.

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  15. Next time I squeek my chicken I am going to say "Oh Matron" thanx for the giggle :)

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  16. Thanks for the morning smile

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  17. I've always wanted to build a small trebuchet, slip it into the boot of the car and park outside Grimsby for a couple of hours, pelting it with high-velocity rubber chickens.

    Trouble is, would anyone notice?

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  18. My goodness John! You have me cracking up with laughter and my eyes are watering. You paint a picture of the scene so vividly in my mind!!! Thank you so much for lifting my spirits!!! x

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  19. I enjoyed reading that - keep squeaking

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  20. Much appreciated squeak - thanks!

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  21. hope it was not as tough as day as it could have been ( if you see my meaning)

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  22. a squeaky chicken will always do the trick,

    Gill

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  23. What is it about rubber chickens that brings joy to so many? Squeaking just adds to the fun!

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  24. Bad news or funny squeaks, it's all real life. And your blog is yours to post as you feel.

    Hope you all have a great week, John. ♥

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  25. When my partner was in hospital and his sister was staying with us she bought a squeaker for her dog. We shoved it in my shoulder bag - because it more or less fitted. Off to the car yard. While negotiating with the sales assistant it kept squeaking. She didn't know where to look. Afterwards I laughed long and hard.
    And yes, humour, mostly black is what keeps me going. Have you read the 'Walter the farting dog' series of children's books?

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