Interrupted by the postman
Albert & Winnie continue their affair
It would seem that Albert loves Winnie
As much as I love my husband
It would seem that Albert loves Winnie
As much as I love my husband
Hello, Hello.......Hello
Message to self don't ever put the words " mature police woman" into google search...........my mind and eyeballs have just been well and truly boggled!
Dirty Bastards!
Anyhow as I was looking for an " appropriate" image to support today's blog ( I had to, in the end, settle for a somewhat enhanced photo of Angie Dickenson from tv's Police Woman) I was thinking of that old hackneyed phrase " you can tell you are getting older when the policemen look like teenagers"
Well, I was only thinking of it, after meeting our latest community Policewoman who ambled down the lane on one of her " high viz" afternoons .
Now I was thinking of the phrase in a slightly ironic way, as our community constable looked a bit like my mum!
Now when I say my mum, what I mean to say my mum circa 1980 when my mum looked older than her 55 years ....As we were chatting, I couldn't help thinking about the question of could this lady hurl herself over garden fences in the pursuit of local ragamuffins who had taken a local ford fiesta out for a joyride. True she looked as though she could hold her own in a pub fight.....but to be fair , my mother could of done that well into her seventies.....despite being a chronic bronchitic
Now , dont get me wrong, I applaud older people being conscripted into the police. Their skills , especially those of " people reading" are often second to non.....
I'm only worried about an osteoporosis work injury
Dirty Bastards!
Anyhow as I was looking for an " appropriate" image to support today's blog ( I had to, in the end, settle for a somewhat enhanced photo of Angie Dickenson from tv's Police Woman) I was thinking of that old hackneyed phrase " you can tell you are getting older when the policemen look like teenagers"
Well, I was only thinking of it, after meeting our latest community Policewoman who ambled down the lane on one of her " high viz" afternoons .
Now I was thinking of the phrase in a slightly ironic way, as our community constable looked a bit like my mum!
Now when I say my mum, what I mean to say my mum circa 1980 when my mum looked older than her 55 years ....As we were chatting, I couldn't help thinking about the question of could this lady hurl herself over garden fences in the pursuit of local ragamuffins who had taken a local ford fiesta out for a joyride. True she looked as though she could hold her own in a pub fight.....but to be fair , my mother could of done that well into her seventies.....despite being a chronic bronchitic
Now , dont get me wrong, I applaud older people being conscripted into the police. Their skills , especially those of " people reading" are often second to non.....
I'm only worried about an osteoporosis work injury
Swan Song
If I died suddenly ( in say a scotch egg hold up shoot out or an out-of-the- blue bulldog sex frenzy accident ) who would actually " own " the eight years worth of Going Gently?
Could my next of kin ask for access to it? would it be immortalised as it was like a book on a dusty library shelf or would blogger eventually deactivate the pages as Facebook has just done on an 18 year old cancer victim, much to the horror and upset of her mother who had password access to the
Account?
It's an interesting modern day conundrum
What happens to our on line lives when we die?
Facebook, pay pal, bank accounts, in the cloud photo albums, library music, blogger, emails,
Who " owns" it all when we shuffle off is mortal coil?
Years ago, I used to follow an Australian blogger called John, who used to blog about living in the Australian countryside. It was a bit like Going Gently but with wombats .Quite suddenly, his health deteriorated drastically to such an extent that it was clear to everyone that he wasn't going to blog in the following year. In actual fact John sadly died a few days later and one of his last posts he stated that his wife or daughter would write a few words on the blog if he was incapacitated to do so.
That never happened, and the blog remains there in the ether of the internet, hanging and sort of unfinished.
I sometimes pop over even now to see if anything had changed.
What would you want to happen to your blog after you die?
Delete?
Could my next of kin ask for access to it? would it be immortalised as it was like a book on a dusty library shelf or would blogger eventually deactivate the pages as Facebook has just done on an 18 year old cancer victim, much to the horror and upset of her mother who had password access to the
Account?
It's an interesting modern day conundrum
What happens to our on line lives when we die?
Facebook, pay pal, bank accounts, in the cloud photo albums, library music, blogger, emails,
Who " owns" it all when we shuffle off is mortal coil?
Years ago, I used to follow an Australian blogger called John, who used to blog about living in the Australian countryside. It was a bit like Going Gently but with wombats .Quite suddenly, his health deteriorated drastically to such an extent that it was clear to everyone that he wasn't going to blog in the following year. In actual fact John sadly died a few days later and one of his last posts he stated that his wife or daughter would write a few words on the blog if he was incapacitated to do so.
That never happened, and the blog remains there in the ether of the internet, hanging and sort of unfinished.
I sometimes pop over even now to see if anything had changed.
What would you want to happen to your blog after you die?
Delete?
Egg On My Face
It's the biggest gig of the year in Church today, so Chris was up early setting up for the stand in vicar, who apparently is rather old and frail.
I'm looking forward to hear if there are disasters afoot
Btw You can tell it's Easter as some kind soul had given the sheep some stale hot cross buns to eat, I wondered who it was for there was also an uneaten battenburg cake on the field...Apparently Sylvia and Irene don't like marzipan.
As a treat Chris made me my favourite breakfast IN BED - a runny fried egg in a toasted bagel sandwich, which I demolished still lying in the supine position! It was blissful
I want a lazy, pottering type day today....
Anyhow I was just putting the " pillow of porn" and the " slippers of sex" in the washing machine on a cool wash ( see previous post for an explanation) when there was a sharp knock on the window.
It was a cheerful walker out with an equally cheerful terrier who wanted eggs.
" I haven't got one" I told him honestly
" I know you've eaten them all!" He quipped pointing to my chin
I have always had this ability to cover myself and/ or my person with uneaten food. It is a skill ai have honed ever since I was old enough to wave a plastic spoon around.
My "piece de resistance" messy eating story happened when I was in the middle of a savoury pie eating frenzy on the busy train from Oxford to York. I coughed then sneezed right in the middle of my second pie and unfortunately splattered two elderly bachelors who were sitting opposite with pork and cranberry filling.
In my experience you can only achieve a more destructive effect when sneezing whilst eating cornflakes......and I've done that too.....
Many times........
Hey ho
I'm looking forward to hear if there are disasters afoot
Btw You can tell it's Easter as some kind soul had given the sheep some stale hot cross buns to eat, I wondered who it was for there was also an uneaten battenburg cake on the field...Apparently Sylvia and Irene don't like marzipan.
As a treat Chris made me my favourite breakfast IN BED - a runny fried egg in a toasted bagel sandwich, which I demolished still lying in the supine position! It was blissful
I want a lazy, pottering type day today....
Anyhow I was just putting the " pillow of porn" and the " slippers of sex" in the washing machine on a cool wash ( see previous post for an explanation) when there was a sharp knock on the window.
It was a cheerful walker out with an equally cheerful terrier who wanted eggs.
" I haven't got one" I told him honestly
" I know you've eaten them all!" He quipped pointing to my chin
I'm such a let down
My "piece de resistance" messy eating story happened when I was in the middle of a savoury pie eating frenzy on the busy train from Oxford to York. I coughed then sneezed right in the middle of my second pie and unfortunately splattered two elderly bachelors who were sitting opposite with pork and cranberry filling.
In my experience you can only achieve a more destructive effect when sneezing whilst eating cornflakes......and I've done that too.....
Many times........
Hey ho
The Easter Lilllies in the East Window
The Pillow of Porn
Not much happening tonight
Chris went to Church
I've been watching Eurovision past winners on youtube
And Winnie
Well Winnie has been rubbing her fanny all over the new bulldog cushion
She now has her own sex toy
It's all got rather unsavoury
We've had the infamous slippers of sex
Now it's the pillow of porn
It's all got rather unsavoury
We've had the infamous slippers of sex
Now it's the pillow of porn
Anne-Marie David ~ 'Tu Te Reconnaitras'
Anne Marie-David, looking fab reprised her 1973 hit " Tu Tu Reconnaitras"
I loved it.
Well Done
My twin sister works for a big company and today she has just won the " colleague of the year award"
How good is that.....?
In this age of targets, figures, and profits, she has quietly supported her fellow workers by never throwing a sickie, completing her work diligently, changing her shifts at the last minute and always supporting the high flyers with being in store, on time and with a smile on her face.
Congratulations Janet......
The oldest worker in store...and now, obviously one of the best
How good is that.....?
In this age of targets, figures, and profits, she has quietly supported her fellow workers by never throwing a sickie, completing her work diligently, changing her shifts at the last minute and always supporting the high flyers with being in store, on time and with a smile on her face.
Congratulations Janet......
The oldest worker in store...and now, obviously one of the best
Sugar Or Saccharine?
It's a damp and rainy Good Friday here.
As a treat we are having fish and chips for tea
We bought some designer cutlery yesterday which will replace the eclectic mixture of ikea crap and 1940s bone handled hand-me-downs we have been using for years....
We both decided that we felt very grown up having proper tableware!
The dish is another wedding gift to ourselves
Anyhow
I've often been accused of portraying village life in an unrealistic and somewhat saccharine way. Perhaps I am guilty as charged .But I don't really think so.
A few late wedding gifts are perhaps a case in point.
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| They could be twins |
village proved to be a big hit with a certain dog in the cottage and when I was on the phone to another Trelawnyd-ite , who was in dire need of some phone TLC a somewhat strange but typical message "
appeared " magically on the answerphone
It was as economical as it was clear
" Auntie Glad here..........SCONES,"
I dutifully called in with a pocket full of goose eggs for her, half an hour later, only to find her laughing at the fact that she had forgotten to add sugar to the scone mix.
" They are not my best specimens" she quipped " so, Ive added a jar of raspberry jam to compensate"
When I got home, I found a handwriiten card hidden away amongst the goodies
Life in a village can be lovely if you meet the right people!
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