Tuesday, November 20, 2012
... thanks to the miracle drug known as antispasmodics, but now the dog's on three legs! Plus Tara is in phase two of her cold - the cough and temperature stage, poor kid. I'm coughing and sneezing - sometimes simultaneously. Quite the trick if you can manage it. LOL
Honestly, who do we have to pray to to get a break around here?!?!?
But hey, it's a hazy greyish day outside, and there is a decent wind, but it isn't overly cold, and there is a beautiful tree to see, and leaves being tantalisingly blown about to play crunchies underfoot with on the way to get a few groceries, so it's not all bad. :-)
And the free decaf latte from Waitrose was delicious. I was planning on a mocha but they ran out of hot chocolate. Think the weather may have had something to do with that? :-)
So, trying to figure out what to get for a late lunch. Probably either egg or corned beef. Corned beef will go better with the beetroot I have left. mmm... think I have a plan.
Silly story time...
An elderly couple was celebrating their sixtieth anniversary. The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to their old neighborhood after they retired. Holding hands, they walked back to their old school. It was not locked, so they entered, and found the old desk they'd shared, where Andy had carved "I love you, Sally ."
On their way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at their feet. Sally quickly picked it up and, not sure what to do with it, they took it home. There, she counted the money-fifty thousand dollars! Andy said, "We've got to give it back." Sally said, "Finders keepers." She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.
The next day, two police officers were canvassing the neighborhood looking for the money, and knocked on their door. "Pardon me, did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armored car yesterday?" Sally said, "No". Andy said, "She's lying. She hid it up in the attic. Sally said, "Don't believe him, he's getting senile"
The agents turned to Andy and began to question him. One said: "Tell us the story from the beginning." Andy said, "Well, when Sally and I were walking home from school yesterday ...." The first police officer turned to his partner and said, "We're outta here!"
That's the way to do it. *grin*
Enjoy your day.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
I was surprised by the BBC website this morning, and not in a good way. One of the headlines stated that it is 25 years today since the King's Cross fire that claimed 31 lives.
This also means that it was 25 years ago today that I lost my Dad to cancer. This took a while to sink in. Twenty five years is such a long time to be without your Dad, especially when he was the only parent you had, and you were still getting used to being a parent yourself.
The reason the two events will be forever entwined is that my Dad was being rushed to London from Cornwall by ambulance overnight mere hours before the fire broke out, and because he was so ill (the cancer was in his heart) we were advised not to leave for London ourselves until we knew he had arrived at the London Chest Hospital. They were fully expecting him not to survive the journey.
As a result, by the time we reached London on that tragic morning, traffic was chaotic, emergency services were at stretching point, and even the police could do nothing to help us get to the hospital any quicker.
And this is where an unsung hero entered the fray, in the shape of a London Cabby! He did what none of the emergency services could do that morning. He got us across London to the hospital. It was not in time to speak to our dad, unfortunately, because his condition was so serious they couldn't wait to operate and had already taken him to the operating theatre, and he never regained consciousness. But the Cabby was awesome to try, and we will always be grateful to him for that.
So, there you are. It is never easy losing a loved one at any time, but on a particularly well known date you can find that instead of toddling along nicely with your thoughts full of happy memories of your Dad, a news report can send your memory flying back to the fateful day as if it had only just happened.
My thoughts, therefore, today, are not only with my Dad, but with all the other people who lost their lives that day. With a special mention to Alexander Fallon, a homeless Scotsman who had been living rough in London, and who was finally identified in 2004. Gods bless.
Take care, and hug your loved ones. :-)
I've chosen these LOLs because I think my Dad would have appreciated them. :-)
Friday, November 16, 2012
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