tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149635117785155672024-02-20T02:38:57.724-08:00Diary Of A PodgypoofSaltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-85469613035929187272009-11-15T09:50:00.000-08:002009-11-15T10:28:44.618-08:00FROM THE HEART<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Well, so, where do I start? I'm not in the best of moods this evening and have not been in the best moods for day's if not weeks now. I'm not saying I'm depressed, but pretty close to it and on one occasion a few weeks ago I nearly lost it altogether. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, serif;">For those of you who know me, know over the years I have suffered with this illness on and off and have also been in hospital with it too. Not good, I hated that time of my life and am determined not to go back to that dark place.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, serif;">A series of events have made me like this, one of them is below.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">We moved last year for what we thought was the last time, our plan was to pay off the mortgage, then rent it out and live in our house in Spain. We are very lucky to have two homes, but saying that we have worked hard for them and have never borrowed money off others or got ourselves into large amounts of debt we can't pay back.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, serif;">All the neighbours were great, we got on with everyone and like most places in the UK now there were people from all over the globe, the mix was great and EVERYONE got on with everyone else and were also very accepting of having two Gay men living on the Estate too, us! We have been known to host one or two parties to which everyone was invited and came too.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">The recession hit and everything has gone tits up with the housing market. What I am now going to say may seem racist but read first and make your judgement after. The developer needed money and decided to sell houses through an African agent in Guyana. So what I here you say? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">Well, of all the houses occupied, three quarters now have Africans living in them, still so what! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">Every single household without exception rents out ALL of the bedrooms and the owners live in the lounges with their families.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">So next to us we have a woman with a baby and small child living in one room while she rents out the three bedrooms. There's a five bed house worth over half a million with a den and formal living room occupied by 12 people behind us! The parking is becoming terrible and no one seems to use a tumble dryer as they hang their washing out of the windows to dry and don't even use a washing line!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">This was supposed to be a 'prestigious' development which is fast becoming a ghetto. We have all written to the developer who has seen the error of his ways but it's too late. We came home the other evening and were faced with 40 African men all smoking and drinking in the street. Everyone is appalled and we all feel we have been taken for a ride.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">So, we are having to move again, we are lucky enough to have sold the house, so fingers crossed we will be out by January.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">That's the end of the first part. I will write again tomorrow so I don't bore the tits off you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">PP xxxxx</span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-43003018151885632432009-11-07T00:31:00.000-08:002009-11-07T03:15:24.401-08:00I'M GOING TO POST...... PROMISE!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Morning Groovers, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So much to tell as things have been so hectic in PP's life. I promise, you will hear from me soon.</span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-52403901145188901612009-06-17T23:34:00.000-07:002009-06-18T00:00:21.132-07:00LIMBO<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well, good morning!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;">Yeah I know, I haven't posted for a while. Dunno what's up with me, but I have so much time with Phil as his new job gives him so many days off due to flying regulations, it's bliss.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">Apologies to all you guy's out there who's blogs I normally read. I will get round to ya, honest!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">Anywayyyyyyyy, Limbo, so why am I in Limbo you may ask? It's a long story, and a weird one.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">I've been off for the past week and and a half without a car too as the Dr won't let me drive. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">A couple of Tuesday's ago I was having lunch at work and bam, I was out cold on the floor at the time I was laughing my head off as someone had told a dirty joke ;-) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">It's like someone pulling the plug from your big toes and then the paralysis starts. You can here people talk, you can grunt but can't move a muscle.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">It's like an elephant is parked on top of you, you feel like a dead weight. They managed to get me outside and I came round after what seemed a life time and then bam, off we go again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">Now, this isn't the first time it's has happened, its the third time now but its been spread over a period of about 12 years. The last time was about eight years ago and I ended up in hospital for a week having tests.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">They couldn't work out what it was then, there was talk of narcolepsy, but that didn't seem to get anywhere. So today, I'm off to see a neurologist for the second time in my life so let's see where we go from there shall we?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">This feeling is horrible. Imagine being able to here everyone around you but not being able to respond. I remember my hands and feet tingling and the paramedic telling me that he couldn't get any blood from the end of my finger as they were so cold.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">Three times it happened that day, but they let me out of hospital after going through the last lot of notes and today's the day I see the neurologist.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">I HATE feeling like this as I feel I have no control over my body and not being able to drive has made it even worse. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">I had to walk to the Dr's this week as Phil was away for two nights, but hey, I liked it and the sun was shining so it was even better. There are no foot path's where we live only cycle paths, so I walked along those.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">I'll let you know how I get on and let's hope they find something this time so I can have some sort of closure.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">Love yas PP xxxxxx</span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-22488628526693735262009-06-01T11:47:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:03:50.687-07:00ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE.<span style="font-family:verdana;">Tsk, how bleedin annoying! After spending yesterday evening ironing clothes for three nights and four days, I travel for nearly three hours only to find my schedule has changed........urghhhhh. Oh well, at least I get to spend more evenings with the man as he has three days off..... yesssssss!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Today is the hottest day of the year so far and I'm working, sigh... Oh well. Tonight I decided to go for a walk after I checked into my hotel room. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Bliss, the sun was shining, birds singing and I watched narrowboats go along the river. Let's not also forget the crumpet that was out with their girl friends, boy friends or whatever :-p </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The sun does tend to bring out the Gods don't you think???</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">After my walk, I decided to go to my favourite deli and get a lovely take out salad of poached salmon and a green salad with roasted red peppers. Ok, a couple of beers to wash it down with too ;-) </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">There was a new girl in the deli, not my ususal jolly server. Let me tell ya people, she had teeth like Ned the talking horse and could have eaten a toffee apple through a tennis racket, OMFG I couldn't take my eyes off those tomb stones! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">All I could think of was the damage she'd do if she went down an ya.... Thank the Lord I'm a gay man.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Oh well, off to eat my insalata and drink my cerveza!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Good evening to you all....... PP xxxx</span>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-12909685239681912952009-05-23T11:20:00.000-07:002009-05-23T11:37:19.721-07:00A LUVERLY SATURDAY EVENING<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello People,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What a luverly Saturday evening it is...... I know our country's going down the pan at the moment along with most of the rest of the 'civilised' world, but one thing I do look forward too is the long lazy British summer evenings. You across the pond, may scorn and say what summers? But yep, we do get em and when we finally do, they are wonderfull! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Imagine sitting out untill 10.30 at night and the sun is still going down. If you live in Scotland, it's even later. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">So this evening, it's 19.25 here now, I'm sitting in my garden with a chilled glass of wine, writing this load of old cods wallop, hoping someone, some where, will read and comment lolololol.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The planet suite by Gustav Holst in on the old docking station and it's bliss! Oh and did I tell you the man's working this evening? Well, he is. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">As much as I love him, it's getting a trifle tedious talking about the skies 24/7 and for those of you that know him, know he can tend to repeat his stories, but then I put that down to age. I, this morning stood in the kitchen with a pint of milk in my hand looking for it everywhere not knowing I was clutching it in my fingers....... FKN SCARY, let me tell yas!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Tomorrow its supposed to be 24 degrees and we are off to the inland waterways show at Crick. I think this is the first year it aint pissed down with rain for a change, but seeing as we're having a bank holiday this weekend, it's par for the course.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Oh well, off to top up my glass and read a few blo</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">gs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Love yas, PP xxxxxxx</span>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-53321073617334977492009-05-13T12:00:00.001-07:002009-05-13T12:08:28.372-07:00HAIR DOO'S FROM HELL<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well, it's me again......... I've been away since Sunday morning, so have been away for Phil's check flight and his maiden voyage to Istanbul in Turkey. I go home tomorrow and we have 3 days off together, cant wait!!!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I've been doing 12 hour days all week and tonight as it's my last night away I'm celebrating with a cheeky glass of vino ;-)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Some thing made me remember Phil's uniform guide lines. The first line in the mens section is 'no visible signs of make up must be seen' LOLOL He told me that he's never seen so many plucked eye brows and spikey hair do's in his life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I've given him a stern warning. If he goes camp on me, I'm off!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Have a good night everyone.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">PP xxxxx</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-13507949234137626002009-05-11T11:16:00.000-07:002009-05-11T12:01:32.193-07:00CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Well hello groovers, yup, it's me, back from the dead so to speak. First I want to say thank you all for the mails asking where I was, also for my birthday cards too. Love ya Erin!</span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Flo is fine, she's enjoying her bingo and what else social services can throw at her. Just someone tell me how to get the old biddy to wash please? Phewwwwww. I'm going to pick her up for a weekend again soon, so watch out for a blog ok?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">From now on you'll see me again and I'll start reading yours too..... That's a promise! I've missed you all so much you wouldn't believe it (wipes eyes lol)</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">No honest, I have but there's a reason I've not been around, so read on ok?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Well, me and the man will have been together for 29 years this year, wow a long time by anyones standards. We met when we were young uns and used to shag like rabbits, 247 365! How times have changed........sigh. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">When I first knew Phil he worked for British Gas as a fitter and I still remember the day he caught my eye as I sashayed past on my way back from being a junior window dresser. He was getting something out of his van and he winked at me as I walked by. BOING! Instant stiffy.... I walked past like I wasn't interested but looked back when I was at a safe distance incase he was taking the piss.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Who would know after all these years we're still together hey? He hated that job with a vengeance. Lunch always consisted of playing footie in the yard while Friday was stripper day down the pub. To be one of the boys he used to be the first on the stage having the girls dip their tits in his drink...... Good fun huh? Don't think so!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Well, it all got to much for him and he did the knowledge to become a London cabbie. For two years he was up at 4 am every morning and went around London on his moped noting roads, streets and monuments.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">In the evening,EVERY evening, I did the call overs with him and frequently fell asleep only to be woken up by a slipper thrown across the room at me. To this day I still remember the first call over. MANOR HOUSE TO GIBSON SQUARE!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Society changed over the years and what was a good job which paid extremely well when the going was good, turned into a nightmare. His nights started to change and he was picking up drunk or drugged up bankers and city boys who were abusive. They must have known something we didn't, well, we all know now don't we????</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">The credit crunch, recession, call it what you want has taken it's toll on his earnings and he's been bringing home less than what he was all those 26 years ago.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">We sat and talked and to be honest, the long hours and low earnings were taking it's toll on him and our relationship, so he decided enough was enough and looked for another job. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Today after six weeks training, he passed his last exam, a check flight. Yup, he's become cabin crew for one of our most popular airlines. I can't say as he can't even e mail his photo to his family around the world as it's instant dismissal! Let's just say, it's not the world's favourite airline, but does Stelios ring a bell with any of you Brits?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">It's only a 6 month contract which could be renewed, but it may tie him over till things get better.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">So every night when I've been home I've helped him revise and get his 'wings'. He got his certificates last week and then as a 'newbie' has been helping out and has done 8 flights. Today he passed his check flight with flying colours if you'll excuse the pun!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">He's gone from being a loner with a small select group of friends to an out going person, the transformation is amazing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I'm so proud of him for doing this at 51 and so proud that I can be part of his life changing experience.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I'm sure you will all help me congratulate the get up and go in him that got him where he is now. I AM SO PROUD!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I love ya Phil, not just today, but for ever.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Gaz......Podgy poof. xxxxxx </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-9453339441543177702009-03-07T14:13:00.000-08:002009-03-07T14:43:40.914-08:00FLO PART TWO<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well, the sad saga of Flo goes on this week. After an adventurous two days with us last weekend and yes, I'm pleased to say Phil DID take his Mum home, he knows never to cross me! ;-)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Twice this week she has fallen in her bungalow the second time really badly. Flo refuses to wear her alarm round her neck to press in an emergency, this then alerts a central system that send someone around to see if she's ok. Instead she crawled to the phone, rung her brother who's in his late 80's and got him to come round at 3 am, he then has to press the alarm, but in Flo's eyes thats fine. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The second time she fell, she smashed her face, she is now black and blue down one side of her body. Because of her Grand children and brother being at the hospital to see if she was ok, social services thought she had a network of relatives to take care of her. This </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">unfortunately isn't so. All have demanding jobs with young children. Social support yes, care no.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Because of this I made Phil go and get her on Friday afternoon. She's so frail and has had the stuffing knocked out of her. She thought by coming to us again she was on a jolly, but after her calling for me twice in the night to help her go to the loo, she knew this </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">wasn't </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">the case.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It took me </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">forty minutes to get her down stairs today, so tonight she is sleeping restfully on our couch. Don't worry it's deep and at least she can wash in the cloakroom down </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">stairs tomorrow and it will be easier for me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tonight she had to face the indignity of me having to pull down her knickers when I got her to the loo for a wee. She can't even do that now.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I thank my lucky stars I live in a country where health care is free. I phoned social services this morning and they phoned back twice today, the last time being 8.30 this evening, to arrange for her to be reassessed (sp?) on Monday. They are talking of getting her into a rehab home to build up her strength, all which is free. They'll then see what to do afterwards. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We go on holiday this coming Friday and as Phil's brother is on a cruise for a month we talked about canceling. His sons have rallied round and said we must go, they'll look after her if Social services needs more time to find her a place in rehab. I have faith though. The woman on the phone tonight was calm and reassuring. Our social services has taken a bashing in the press recently with the death of a young baby, battered by its drugged up parents, but I have every faith that they will deliver.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I was comforted by Flo's last words before she lay her head on the pillow tonight, she asked for a kiss and as I went to move my head away she whispered in my ear. 'I love you ya know, and if you put me in a home I'll come back and haunt the bloody lot of yas. Remember that wont ya?, And you better tell all the rest of em too' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yes Flo, I love you too............ Seriously though, I do, Now its time for my bed as well.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">PP xxxxxx</span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-75586813571929846672009-03-01T00:15:00.000-08:002009-03-01T02:34:16.249-08:00MORNING ALL!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hello Groovers,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you all for your mails wondering where I'd gone to. Well, nowhere really. We've been busy socially and away for the past two weekends, but to be to be honest, my creative juices had dried up. In turn it put me off reading my fellow bloggers journal's............. Sorry guys.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This weekend was going to be a weekend of catching up with journals, washing, cleaning, bill paying etc but the Friday before last I got a call from Phil's 90 year Mum Florrie</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Is that you boy?' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Um yeah Flo, wassup?' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Well, instead of you coming to see me next time, can I come and stay with you?' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Ummmm, yeah ok, what's the problem?' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Oh nuffin, no it doesn't matter'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Well it does Flo, cos if you don't tell me I can't come over and pick you up ok?'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Well....... pauses, I'm lonely'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Oh my God, it was like someone shoving a knife in me, I felt so bad.</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Last October, she fell over putting her milk bottles out, yeah, we still have milk delivered here. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She shattered her hip, smashed all her face in and broke her arm in four places. We were on holiday at the time but </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fortunately,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Phil's brother was at hand so she wasn't alone for long.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Since that time, we go and see her regularly and also took her to my folks at Christmas. She does get visitors everyday, but who say's you can't still be lonely huh? That's a bad state of mind to be in.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I promised to go pick her up to stay this weekend just to get her out and see something different.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">When I told Phil, he went mad and said he </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">couldn't afford to take time off work. No problem, I'll pick her up and take care of her, we'll have a good old fashioned Mum and son in law bonding sesh, a girly weekend!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I was up at 5 am on Saturday morning to drive over to hers and then bought her all the way back home. We went shopping and I let her choose what she wanted to have for lunch today, then we walked the mall singing doing the Lambeth walk. I swear people thought we'd been let out of the nut house. By the time we got back, I was just as exhausted as she was.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">To see that old girl smile and laugh the way she has warmed the cockles of my heart, I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">realized it's gonna come to us all eventually. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yesterday afternoon she had a little kip and last night I cooked dinner for her and we sat and watched the film she'd picked. I am Legend with the hunky Will Smith (unghhh) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Why she picked that I don't know but I suspect he does the same for her as he does for me ;-)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She talked all the way through the bloody film and then screamed out everytime a mutant came on the scene, by the time the film had finished, we'd both filled our knickers three times with fright lolol.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I put her to bed at 10.30, weary and tired myself I fell asleep on the couch then dragged my sorry arse up stairs about midnight. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Phil came in at 6 a.m. and I was up to make him a cuppa to take to bed with him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">That's when he dropped the bomb shell. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'What time are you running my Mum home tonight?' he asked.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Ummm, I was hoping that you could take her back so I can have a bit of me time and catch up with a few things?'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">His parting words were 'you invited her up for the weekend, I didn't. So you can take her back home too'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">With that, he picked up his tea and went to bed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">I can't repeat what what I said under my breath, but he's right, I did ask her up, so tonight I'll take her home and then drive all the way back. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Then when I finish hacking my husbands miserable moaning body to bits with a rusty chainsaw, I'll clean up and watch the Desperate House wives episode I've taped with a nice glass of wine.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Love ya. PP xxxxxx</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-4621575619597811962009-02-06T23:42:00.000-08:002009-02-07T00:21:44.389-08:00SNOW, SNOW, QUICK QUICK SNOW<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Morning all, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">My Brain is fried, I HATE WINTER!!!! For years I've struggled with this time of the year and this year more than ever as winter just goes on and on. I find it hard to go out of the front door and face the wind and the cold and just, well, everything. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">So, what has nature given us now? Snow! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I've</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"> seen the news and watched how other countries have been looking on in amusement at the foot of snow we've had. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Ok, so this country does have its bad points and yeah, we do come across as being </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">unorganized. But you have to understand that we don't get any form of extreme weather. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I posted a year or so ago some pics of my back garden in the snow. We had about two inches, nothing, just a few flurries which went in a day. That was it, just that. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">In the summer it gets nice an warm and yeah humid, VERY humid (we're surrounded by water remember?), but that's it, it's warm, around 85 ish max, maybe 90 in extreme conditions and that's for around two weeks LOLOLOL</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Us Brits have a complete mistrust of weather forecasts, as our weather changes so quickly. I'll never forget Michael Fish, our most famous weather forecaster saying that a woman had phoned from France to say a hurricane was on it's way. He said on live TV, 'Madam, we don't get hurricanes in the UK' don't panic its a few strong winds' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Well.......F*** me, I never slept a wink that night as half of the country suffered a hurricane with 200 year old oak trees coming crashing down, fronts of stores blown in etc. We lost our fence, BBQ, garden furniture and half the roof not to mention my ruby slippers. Thank God our houses are brick built and not timber.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">So, as you can see, if they say we have a cold snap with severe snow coming in from </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Siberia. Out come our sunnies, shorts and flip flops as we think Fhack orf, i'ts gonna be lovely ;-)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">HOW WRONG WE WERE! I've worked from home for the last two day as the foot of snow is now solid ice. As we live on a new development, no one owns the roads, so we can't get up the hill to get out into the world.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Am I bovvered? NO! As my Dad would say, 'it's colder than a witches tits out there'. Just how he knows how cold witches tits are I shall never know, but it used to makeme and my brother giggle when we were little.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">So witches tits being cold means I can stay inside, and not have to go out in this rancid weather.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Mock us all you want world, this is one Brit that's staying inside. Roll on Spain, only a month to go.........</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">(While I type, my dear heart is on a mission, he thinks our house is 'filthy' as he put it. I beg to differ, but he's furiously pushing the dyson round and sucking up anything in his path. Oops, there's goes me Calvins!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Have a good weekend everyone, and if any of you can explain what this Twitter thing is I have been begged to join, please enlighten me as it just seems like glorified email to me?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Love yas, PP xx</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-52310420296239061602009-01-24T02:31:00.000-08:002009-01-24T02:54:34.511-08:00LETS ALL CALM DOWN NOW SHALL WE?Morning Groovy Geezers n Gals,<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well, I hope we're all coming down from our High of the President being sworn in. I for one have high hopes of him and I know you all do too, but lets please remember, he's human, he's not God. I get the feeling there's such hope pinned on him, if he fails the world will come to an end..... Let's hope I'm wrong.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well, after recovering from seeing a cat turd a foot long last week. This week's been a bit non eventful. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We've been invited to our neighbours house warming party tonight. I've already been warned to behave myself and not have too many sherbets, oh to be cared for huh? I don't think those kind words were for me, but instead to warn me not to embarrass myself in front of the man ;-)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">There's nothing wrong with having a good time though huh? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well talking of good times, I love the flash mob phenomenon that seems to be sweeping the country and T Mobile have cleverly used this as a marketing tool.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Watch the commuters at Liverpool street station how they get caught up in the whole thing. by the end of it the whole station was stomping! Who says we Brits don't know how to have fun!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQJNjCHTjHU&feature=related</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Don't know how to put a vid up sorry. Unless someone wants to tell me...... Enjoy </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Gaz xxxxxxx</span></div><div><br /></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-40463211027187006202009-01-18T01:58:00.000-08:002009-01-18T02:24:23.469-08:00EASY ON A SUNDY MORNING.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Morning gang!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tis I the Podgy poof. Guess what? The sun's shining today, its still bloody cold but to feel it on your face is blissssssss. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We've booked flights to pop over to Spain for 10 days, can you believe 2 return flights for well under £100....... ACE! I think this is the longest we've ever gone without going to our little house and we're both suffering from severe withdrawal symptoms.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So what have I been up to? Eff all. This poxy credit crunch continues to eat into our lives as Phil's job's dire at the moment. No one, I repeat NO ONE is using his services, he's working longer hours for under half his normal pay. I'd love to get all the worlds bankers and put them up against the wall and shoot the Mother F'rs, I'm sure I'm not</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> alone here. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">For those of you who don't know Cockney rhyming slang, a merchant banker is slang for something else here, think about it, what rhymes with banker?........... Yup you got it and thats, what I call the worlds bankers ;-)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We're looking after our neighbours cat while they're away for the weekend, his names Elvis. He's a cute thing, yeah Ok Mary and Holly, I know I ain't too keen on cat's but he's kinda cute and he's a boy cat so he's mischievous. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So what does he do today while I am preparing his breakie? He does the most enormous shit I have ever seen right on the floor in front of me. Not in his toilet, RIGHT ON THE FLOOR!! I swear if I didn't see him do it I would have thought it was a human turd, it was as long as yer arm and as thick as yer wrist! He must have been holding the thing in for a week and thinks yeah the old poof across the streets looking after me next week end, I'll make the Mutha scream! And scream I did. The smell of cat food and shit at 7.30 in the morning is NOT a good combination. He would have had my toe up his arse if he hadn't just crapped. I just didn't want anything on the end of my big toe!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hmmmm, what a thing to talk about on yer blog huh? Oh dear, my second cup of coffee's starting to work, off for my morning constitution. Byeeeeeeeee PP xxxx</span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-53387635130045204192009-01-10T01:04:00.000-08:002009-01-10T02:27:04.245-08:00FRUSTRATION RULES!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Morning Gang, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sorry, but I'm ranting today! I consider myself a calm person, takes things in my stride ya know? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ok, so I'm a bit of a worrier, but as Mrs Hatsell my old form teacher put in an end of year report when I was eight, I'm happy go lucky, that's me!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But guess what? Let me phone up a company and be put through to an overseas call centre and I turn into a RABID DOG! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's early so I think, I know, (insert a light bulb here) register on line for your credit card, so I can keep track of my air miles instead of waiting for a statement.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So I register.......... No problem there. Ahhhhhh, here we go, I need to phone to activate my registraion. Hmmm, ok, so I ring the number, premium rate of course.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Press option 1 for primary card holder, Press option 2 if you need 'any other service' press option 3 to speak to an account manager, press option 4 to input your card number, press option 5 to input your D.O.B. Press option 6 for your post code. Then press option 7 to hang yourself!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ring ring, ring ring. 'Hel oh dis is Sharron spik in, ha khan a help hew tody?' In the back ground I hear about a million people in a call center (poor sods)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She avin a larf ain't she? SHARRON? Do me a favour? I would rather hear their own name so at least I know the citi cards ain't taking the piss. Nope, it's Sharon..... Fine.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I then go through the whole proccess again D.O.B. Mothers maiden name this time, post code and then account number. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sharron then activates my on line account.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Is tha eny ting halse ha khan help hew wit tody?' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'No, actualy Sharron, you have been very helpful, many thanks'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Did I seff hew whell?' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">'Orally yes' She didn't get the joke! I pmp laughing, but thats just me ;-)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So............. I go on line to see how many air miles I have. WRONG!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It wont work. I go through the whole process again and then guess what? I am CUT OFF! UNGHHHHHHHHHH.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well 3rd time lucky me thinks, WRONG AGAIN. After going through the whole process with Miranda? LOL. Spell it biatch!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Miranda wants me to go on line again and change my pass word. NO. I'll wait for my Jan statement.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">What pisses me of is these people on the other end of the phone are very intelligent, they all have a good education, most speak very good English, but the shitty companies that supply our services and employ them, treat us all with contempt. Isn't this why the world is in such a mess now? Through greedy companies supposedly saving us a few quid, to give us a better service or just trying to syphon off our money for their own greedy causes?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I would much rather have a decent conversation with someone on the other end of the phone what ever country they're in that doesn't just read from a script.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">NO CITI CARDS MY PROBLEM WAS'NT SOLVED OK?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Rant over... Phew, I feel much better now. Maybe I'll try and get a new password now ;-)<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Have a good weekend gang. PP xxxxxx</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-86874237267806075022009-01-04T01:04:00.000-08:002009-01-04T01:16:21.408-08:00AVATARS<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Morning Groovers,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I am slowly getting to know my way around blogger and yesterday I did two things. If you look to the left of my ramblings, you can now subscribe to my posts. so if all goes well, when I blog, you get an alert if you're that bothered of course!. Then it's just how it used to be on AOL.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I have also admired for a while now the little dancing Avatar over on </span>Marty'<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">s blog http://marty-heardatstarbucks.blogspot.com/ (dunno how to put just the title yet!) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So yesterday afternoon I put my own on. Ok, it's a little slimmer than me and the hairs darker, but as I still have a passion for Dance/Disco music I thought it was very me...... Now, the only problem is, he's not dancing properly. I've re loaded the poxy thing about 8 times and he just moves like some dilapidated bullfrog. He's supposed to be doing high kicks and spinning round, but he looks like he's just crapped his pants!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Oh well, back to the drawing board......... Have a good Sunday, PP xxxxx</span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-75510511823165437652009-01-03T01:36:00.000-08:002009-01-03T01:58:08.760-08:00MORNING ALL!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well Hello Gang,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's been a while I know but I really need to get back into blogging again. I know it sounds daft but I've missed you all terribly and am still trying to get used to blogger and having to check everyday. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Very few of you have an alert system that tells me when you blogged. The funny thing is I often read the blog before the alert pops up. I mean talk about taking its time alerting you huh?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I have made myself a promise that I will update at least once a week and also visit everyone blog as regular as a bowel movement! Well, maybe not as regular as mine, but that's another story <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lololol</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Christmas was a very quiet affair this year with just my Mum, Dad, Phil and his Mum too. Flo is much better now, she has a walking stick that she uses to help her get about and if ya say something she doesn't like watch out!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I ring her every other day to see how she is as we have been worried about her eating. She's lost a stone and a half...... um, 16 pound to a stone....... you work it out. What I observed was she ate my Mum out of house and home, I feel that since she's been out of hospital she just doesn't like eating by herself. There must be nothing worse than having one of your son's watching you eat telling you to eat up and not eating with you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She ate like a horse at Christmas because it was a more social event. The old girl even ate things that would never touch her lips before, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Humous</span>, Salmon mouse <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">WTF</span> was that all about. This time last year her mouth would have been clamped shut as she would never eat that foreign muck! It's funny how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">spag</span> boll and lasagna aren't foreign in her mind though</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We spent NY eve with our friends Michelle and Adam, affectionately known as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chutney and Si............. Don't even ask! It was a very civil affair and not even a hang over the next day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">New Years day we had all of our neighbours round for drinks which turned into a full blown party. OMG, they came at 3pm never left till after midnight, but a good time was had by all. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">That's me updated for all. Taking a leaf out of fellow bloggers Lynn and Dawn blogs, my 5 are</span></div><div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">This effing credit crunch to end!</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mine and Phils love to last for ever and I think it may too ;-)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">To loose at least two stone in weight!!!!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Get healthy.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Peace in the Arab world, lets hope Obama, might shake the shit out of the middle east huh? </span><br /></li></ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY MATES IN BLOG LAND!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Love ya, PP xxxx</span></div></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-11014857698565019642008-12-03T15:13:00.000-08:002008-12-03T15:29:16.768-08:00GOTCHA LYN, I DID IT!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">My J land girl friend Lyn, sent me this in an e mail today. A meme......... not too keen on em myself, but in it she was asked, 'who will be the least person you think will do this' she said me. WRONG!!!!!<br /><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">1.What is your occupation right now? VM Manager, responsible for look and feel.<br /><br />2.What color are your socks right now? Black<br /><br />3.What are you listening to right now? The fkn air con in this poxy hotel!<br /><br />4.What was the last thing that you ate? Lasagna<br /><br />5.Can you drive a stick shift? NO NO NO, I like Miss Daisy prefer to be driven ;-)<br /><br />6.Last person you spoke to on the phone? Hubby<br /><br />7.Do you like the person who sent this to you? We never met, but love her to bits.<br /><br />8.How old are you today? 50....Tsk<br /><br />9.What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? El Greco wrestling, look it up on the net...ungh<br /><br />10What is your favorite drink? Ice cold white wine<br /><br />11.Have you ever dyed your hair? Well, not dyed but I've had help with an appliance of science.<br /><br />12.Favorite food? CURRY!<br /><br />13.What is the last movie you watched? Contact with Jodie Foster<br /><br />14.Favorite day of the year? The first day of my holidays in Spain<br /><br />15.How do you vent anger? I don't, that would explain my state of mind!<br /><br />16.What was your favorite toy as a child? Action man (GI Joe) unfortunately, mine speant more time on the cat walk than in a fox hole ;-)<br /><br />17.What is your favorite season? SUMMER<br /><br />18.Cherries or Blueberries? Blueberries<br /><br />19.Do you want your friends to do this?? Go on, give it a try<br /><br />21.Who is least likely to respond??????? Marty over at 7th and Montana<br /><br />22.Living arrangements? New house, can't get used to the lack of space yet though, a 50 inch plasma and an adorable hubby.<br /><br />23.When was the last time you cried? I cry all the friggin time!<br /><br />24.What is on the floor of your closet? Shoes<br /><br />25.Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to? I'm not sending it, they'll do it if they want to.<br /><br />26 .What did you do last night? Lay in bed in a boring hotel room watching I'm a celeb, get me outa here and fell asleep before they said who was gettin the heave ho.<br /><br />27.What are you most afraid of? Being by myself<br /><br />28.Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? Spicy<br /><br />29.Favorite dog breed. French bulldogs<br /><br />30.Favorite day of the week? hmmm... Friday<br /><br />31.How many states have you lived in. My mind's always in two states at least LOLOL<br />32.Diamonds or pearls? It's a long time since I was given a pearl necklace......Think about it ;-)<br /><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">33.What is your favorite flower? Sunflowers</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">SEE LYN? I DID IT! Love ya all.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">PP xxxxxxx</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-86375609029192664962008-11-15T12:39:00.000-08:002008-11-15T13:10:35.205-08:00SHOCK CALL<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I told you in an earlier blog that I don't talk about my family much. Some are more important to me than others, and you'll know why if you read on.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">When I moved over to blog spot I never told my Mum, and as far as she knows, she just thinks, I've not been blogging. My Sis told her I had a blog, and at the time I was none too pleased as my Mum used to ring every time I wrote to add her two penneth. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Tonight I sat down with my dinner on my tray, a glass of chilled wine and started to watch the X Factor, it's my little routine on a Saturday night. If Phil's working, we have this joke as you can </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">be </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">sure as can be, that as soon as I sit down to eat, he'll ring me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I was sitting eating my dinner and the phone rang. I picked it up and said, 'told ya, you must have E.S.P. as I'm eating my dinner and watching the X factor'. The TV was up loud as I hadn't turned it down and I started laughing as I thought it was Phil. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I heard this person talking, it wasn't him, it was my Mum to tell me that her Mother had died.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">She'd seen me on line and tried to message me, but I wasn't about. She's left a message on my mobile but it wasn't in the room.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I now have this awful feeling of guilt................... This guilt is not because of my Grand Mother dying, it's because that I didn't get my Mother's messages.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">What you need to understand was that my Grand Mother, was never my Grand Mother. My Mother was born out of wedlock and at a young age was sent to live with relatives and then sent to an all girls boarding school in Edinburgh, Scotland. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">When we were little I saw her but knew her as an Aunt. My </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Gran </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">and Grandad were known as Aunt Beat and Uncle Mark. My Brother and I never knew them as our Grand parents and when we did see them, they were cold toward us and we hated it.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">When we were much older, my Mum told us that they were our Grand Parents, by this time, 'Uncle Mark' had died. We always knew something was strange as why did we always have to visit people we never really liked just for the sake of it?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I have known that my Grand Mother has been ill for years now, blind and in a wheel chair. My Mother asked on numerous occasions that we visit her but every time we say no.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">She never acted like my other Nan, who I still miss to this day, so why should I? My brother felt the same.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I now have this tremendous guilt and feel that I need to support my Mum. I'll, do what ever she wants, but it still won't take away the feeling that she was never my Nan.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">They say blood is thicker than water, but on this occasion, give me water any day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Gaz x</span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-55351176117110392062008-11-15T09:38:00.000-08:002008-11-15T10:21:06.896-08:00SHAVING PARTY<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hello All,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Some of you have asked me why there's a content warning when you click on my blog. I dunno really, but what I will say is, I sure hope no one's eating while reading this entry, or you'll have to suffer the consequences, when you see the contents of your stomach on your key board. So be warned! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well, it's that time of the month when me and the man have our little shaving party. Yup that's right. Some of you with the most sordid minds are conjuring up all manner of filth and a few years ago you may have been right, but now? Sweet fanny adams! For my over sea's readers that's the Brit way of saying F*** all politely!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Both of us used to be blessed with wonderful barnet's, that's cockney for Barnet fair, hair! I've always gone for men with dark hair, if its curly its a bonus and Phil had the darkest curliest hair of anyone I knew. UNGHHH, I loved it! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">What I didn't know was that he was the vainest as well. He used to use products on his hair called things like Stay sofro and TCB, all these products he used to buy in the Afro Caribbean barbers near where we lived years ago. I used to watch in amazement as he used to stand there, hair drier in hand and I swear the bloody stuff used to smoke on his hair as he dried it. <br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As for me, I used to employ the skills of Ricky, one of my friends who was/is camper than a row of tents, but a good hair dresser. With his nimble fingers and the appliance of science I was a blonde beach bum, with tousled blond locks.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Me and Phil were a great team, him with his broad shoulders and thick cyclists legs, black curly hair and hairy chest, and me? Slim blond and sexy, what a pair we made! Now we're overweight and bald and never turn anyones heads apart from Phil breaking wind in the supermarket last week and then blaming me!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So, we have this little routine. Trust me this is true and no, it NEVER leads to any kind of nuptials. Ready with your sick bags?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We're both nude, I can't cope with cut hair in me Calvin's, it itches like a bad dose of crabs and nope, I've never had em, ok? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I kneel down in front of him and he comes up behind with clippers in hand. We both have a number two. He shaves me all over and then, does my side burns and eye brows with a number one. He then vacuum's my scalp back and shoulders and I repeat the process with him. The only difference is, I just let him do it to me in silence and then he moans the whole time I'm doing his head.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Every other month I do his back too. He really needs it waxing but apparently, that's for girls, I MEAN HOW MANY GIRLS DO YOU KNOW WITH HAIRY BACK?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's then shower a shave and a shower. Bootiful!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tomorrow we go see Flow again, she's canceled meals on wheels, I swear she did it so people will take her food round to cook. She's on the mend but not eating enough, or doing the exercises on her arm. So it's a pep talk from me and then we have to watch her as she scrunches up her face and I get a mouthful of abuse. So why can't anyone in his family do that?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Thanks so much for going to visit my lovely SIL, blog of her new life with my bro and their kids in France. If anyone of you missed the link it's</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.franglaiseausud.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">http://www.franglaiseausud.blogspot.com/</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Have a great weekend all......... PP xxxxx</span><br /></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-36214307578438199592008-11-10T12:18:00.000-08:002008-11-10T12:47:23.107-08:00BONJOUR<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello All,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">There are some things I talk about all the time.... Well, me ;-). My Family, I keep rather private.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I have a brother and a sister, both younger than me. My Sis has three kids and my brother two.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I look at my brother as my best friend, well, one of em. We speak all the time on the phone, but only once a week now, the reason? This summer, he, his wonderful wife Karen and their two adorable daughters, Isobella and Olivia upped sticks, sold everything they have and moved to the South of France.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">They already had an apartment in Cannes but have bought a deralict house up in the mountains and are doing it up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The kids have been slung in the deep and sent to French schools, Karen works from home or around the world as she's a show biz journalist. (Marty, she know's your Starbucks, but has never ventured inside)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">My brother now mananges their apartment as they now rent it out as well as managing their other freinds flats as they too rent out theirs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Life seems idealic. Please stop by and read Karens blog, so far she has no readers. Karen speaks very good French as do the girls. My brother? Well, let's just say he's Merd ( is that the correct spelling Marc?) <a href="http://www.franglaiseausud.blogspot.com/">http://www.franglaiseausud.blogspot.com/</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">PP xxx</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-47519431430543486152008-11-08T07:27:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:46:44.474-08:00AFTERNOON ALL!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello Gang,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">So......... how's it all hanging today? I have been farting around on here trying to make my blog more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">visually</span> exciting. No chance! I just can't seem to get the hang of this. I look at some blogs like Holly's and Dans, they are so inspirational, but mine? Apart from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Christopher's</span> title, it's a bit bland to say the least. I did notice one thing though....... I have more readers now Wow! <a target="_blank" href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZN"><img border="0" alt="I Love You" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_11_53.gif" width="83" height="83" /></a>I dunno how that came about but as we say over here. TA VERY MUCH! Thank you, thank, thank you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I hope I have something to say that you enjoy reading.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">thought</span> I'd give you an update on Flo. When we went to see her last Sunday, we took her over her favourite dish, the foreign Lasagna and she still <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">swears</span> she's never had Lasagna before, but there ya go.</span></p>By the time we left, we had her whizzing about using her zimmer, but she still didn't eat properly.<br /><br />The weather here so sooooooooooo dreery I HATE IT, I want to be in Spain, where the sun never stops shining. <a target="_blank" href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZN"><img border="0" alt="It's Not Fair" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_11_62.gif" width="83" height="83" /></a> Well, as it happen's, it's pissed down the past few weeks on and off.<br /><br />Oop's Phil has just come in the door, for shopping, so this means I get a treat with my red bush, God, I love that stuff (no rude comments about red bushes please lololol)<br /><br />Something happend to me yesterday that made me think about my sense of humour. Ok, some may not think I have one, but well? I do. <a target="_blank" href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZN"><img border="0" alt="ROTFL" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_11_6.gif" width="60" height="44" /></a> A coach load of old biddies came into the store where I was working yesterday. They were all doddery, some had zimmers, others sticks and the rest were just hanging on to each other for dear life!<br /><br />About 5 of em got in the lift to the mezz floor. As the doors shut I heard one of them say ready for lift off. You could her em all screaming with laughter, as the lift went between the ground and the mezz. I'd gone up the escalators, and reached near where the lift came up. The doors opened and they were cackling with laughter as one of them, Rose has pissed herself laughing between floors.<br />I had to help em out as they were nearly on the floor with laughter, while Rose clutched her coat where she's weed into her tenna lady (yeeeuk)<br /><br />I hope to dear God, I'll have the same sense of humour when I reach their age and there's a male version of a panty pad, just incase I do a Rose!<br /><br />Have a good weekend all. PP xxxxx<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb096_ZN&utm_id=7924"><img border="0" src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb096&pp=ZN" /></a>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-16112059960507805142008-11-01T23:55:00.000-07:002008-11-02T00:32:01.247-07:00GOOD THOUGHTS FOR FLO<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Morning All, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's just before 7 am on a very cold and wet Sunday morning. My coffee's close by though to keep me toasty and I've just had a banana and an organic hazelnut yogurt, (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yeuk</span>)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">There are some things I don't usually talk about, one of them is my deepest past and also family. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Phil's Mum is called Florence, or Flo to us all. She a feisty 90 year old bird and is as tough as an Ox.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I remember the first time I ever met her, I was warned by Phil, never to kiss her or be affectionate like my family is to each other. We kid's still kiss my Father now when we see him, just like when we were little.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Anyways, a huge row erupted in the car going to see Flo as I wanted to be my 'normal' self, but Phil wasn't having any of it (we're going back 27 years here)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">On meeting her, I gave her a big kiss on the cheek, which let me tell you, has changed the course of their family history, now everyone kisses each other when greeting (job well done me thinks).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Let me describe Flo to you. She's a strawberry blond and was a looker when she was younger. She has inch long nails painted bright red and she wears her hair in that 40's role kind of look with a big black velvet bow at the back.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She wears ski pants and little kitten heels, with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">leopard</span> print tops. I think she still fancies herself as some 40's film star.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Flo, is a right old Londoner with a foul mouth when it's needed. She now lives alone in her bungalow and takes herself daily to the shops and bingo. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She has Grand children coming out of her ears but doesn't see them as she has no time for any child at all. To be honest most of them are scared shitless by her. She's very independant and wants help from no one.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She came to ours before we went over to Spain and was up and down an in an out all the show houses on our development. All we kept hearing was 'ohhhhhhh win it nywisssss' lololol.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">On our last day in Spain, we got a call from Phil's brother to say Flo had fallen over while putting out the milk bottles for the milkman.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She shattered her hip and broke her arm in 2 places. Her hip has been replaced and her arm re set, we went to see her in hospital on our return. She was black and blue, with cuts and bruises all over her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This feisty old bird has turned into a vulnerable old lady in the space of a few days.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She came out of hospital yesterday and phoned to tell me she was home (we knew) She was crying down the phone to me and I have NEVER heard Flo cry before.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Phil's bother and his wife live close so are staying over with her. Because of our wonderful health care system, she's now getting a home help twice a day to get her up and and to bed and her meals are being delivered for her ready cooked so she just needs to heat them up.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Today, we are going over to cook her lunch, she's told us she 'don't want any of that foreign stuff' What she doesn't realise is most of what she eats IS 'foreign', pasta, lasagna, etc lololol. I'm going to M&S this morning to get her favourite 'foreign' food lolol, lasagna! Please nobody tell her it's Italian!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Just send a few healing vibes to Flo today, she needs all the help se can get at the moment.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Writing this final line has bought a tear to my eye. God, I love old Flo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">PP xxxxxxxxx</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-9761249412349245452008-10-29T14:36:00.000-07:002008-10-29T14:47:09.859-07:00HEROES<span style="font-family:verdana;">I am stuck in some poxy hotel tonight for a change and am watching Heroes for the first time. A very interesting show indeed, loads of totty in it too! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Am I the only person to notice the similarities between Angela Patrelli and Sarah Palin? I think there's a message in there somewhere ;-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">PP xxxx</span>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-12822456398575262242008-10-24T23:36:00.000-07:002008-10-25T00:11:20.078-07:00SHOCKED<span style="font-family:verdana;">I've been up since 6 am this cold but sunny morning and was in a great mood. I've mucked about with this bloody blog but so far can only get a flag onto it as an extra, and then I added a logo, now where did that come from?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I then went down stairs to make some coffee and switched on the news. I was stunned to hear of the murder of Jennifer Hudson. OMG, what a shock. So far the bulletin said they had arrested her nephew. WTF is going on? If anyone in the States can enlighten me, with more information, please do. Awful, so awful, and such a promising life ahead of her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">On a different note, I have some questions about our new home and hopefully, you can help me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Marty/Dawn, I noticed on your blogs you have feed blitz at the side, so readers can sign up and get alerts for when a blogger post's, it's better than farting about going into that home page everyday. Brilliant idea, but I couldn't find how to do it.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Yasmin, we both had the little weather people on our last blogs. How did you manage to transfer it over? I tried yesterday but as you can see, I failed!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">MAJ, well, all of you have great photo's on your blogs. I tried to do one (the man with the tan, but it's in the wrong place, just like my flag.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Ok, ok, so I'm thick, but ya know what it's like, you get set in yer ways and maybe AOHELL wasn't so bad after all huh? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I have the task from hell this morning, to try and sort out all our documents and put them in order in all my new files I have purchased for the purpose. Although I love, and need order in my life, my brain doesn't work like that, is it because we creative types have unorganised brains? ....... Or just lazy? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a target="_blank" href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZN"><img border="0" alt="Vote Obama" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_18_10.gif" width="100" height="100" /></a></p></span><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">As for the badge, I would if I could. Have a great weekend all of yas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">PS, Alison asked me what's with the Saltydawg name? It's also my new gmail addy. <a href="mailto:saltydawg08@gmail.com">saltydawg08@gmail.com</a>........ Dunno Alison, I just thought it was rather cool ;-)</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb113_ZN&utm_id=7921"><img border="0" src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb113&pp=ZN" /></a>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-10378081002960759902008-10-18T13:23:00.000-07:002008-10-18T13:31:41.678-07:00Well, waddya think?<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello Gang,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, what do ya think of the new layout? I can't take credit for it, but I can praise young Christopher Marlow who helped me put this together. Christopher. Thank you buddie, you're brilliant! All I need now is to try and figure out how to add blogs to my alerts, how to add my photo to other peoples blogs, how to blah, blah blah, ya get so set in your ways and although AOL wasn't perfect, it's like learning all over again! I'm sorry I have been so far behind with my blog comments, but I wan't to read them after I've added them to my alerts, anyone know how?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">PP xxx</span>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414963511778515567.post-61986980600874665452008-10-01T11:44:00.000-07:002008-10-01T11:46:17.024-07:00Well I'm here now<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello All, I'm here now but going out for Thai, before me hols.......... What a crap layout, I'm doomed!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">PP xxx</span>Saltydawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524164264315163192noreply@blogger.com19