Deunan 
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I'm just waiting for someone to come to the door. I now know what to do.
Thanks!
Reply #1541. Oct 01 10, 4:50 PM
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| lesley153
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Ingredients:
- a gentleman caller, or a husband pretending not to be your husband:
- a Goth, a baby and a carving knife:
- a straight face which which to say your mother isn't in:
- a camcorder so you can share the results with us thank you please. :)
I can't wait. :) |
Reply #1542. Oct 01 10, 5:18 PM
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| Lochalsh
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When that "certain well-known religious organization" came to our door to offer up their literature, my mother would step slightly away while saying "Just a minute, let me get *my* church's literature." When she finished her quarter-turn, they were no longer there.
Reply #1543. Oct 01 10, 6:39 PM
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| Lochalsh
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Perhaps you could have said "My dear husband is at work--this is my dear lover." Of course, the devil would have paid, or, at the least, the neighbors would have talked. ;)
(Too racy for FT? Help. I haven't even had my first burpday here yet.)
Reply #1544. Oct 01 10, 6:43 PM
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| Lochalsh
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I re-read your description, Lesley: I think you were implying what I just said. I'm slow, slow, slow on the uptake. :(
Reply #1545. Oct 01 10, 6:45 PM
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| lesley153
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Possibly - I certainly felt a little bit naughty at the time, but a good naughty. And the very funny thing was that I didn't plan it. I had no script and no idea why I held a hand out for my neighbour to hold. I guess that, once again, my spirit guides were making it up as we went.
I wasn't bothered about gossip because I wasn't doing anything for anyone to gossip about. Of course lack of evidence has never stopped anybody gossiping, but you can drive yourself mad worrying about things that may never happen, so I try not to bother.
Hardly too racy for FT but much too racy for the smartly-dressed young people with the big shiny smiles. |
Reply #1546. Oct 01 10, 7:03 PM
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| C30
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Havn't been pestered by "God botherers" for ages.........last lot didn't stay, mainly due to our dog threatening to tear them from limb to limb.........or if you knew the animal, lick them to death!
Loved the methods used by others though.........shall have to ask my neighbour if she would care to come and hold my hand though...........on second thoughts, my wife might not interpret it correctly, and I'LL get torn from limb to limb.
Forget it........back to drawing board!
Reply #1547. Oct 02 10, 1:56 AM
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| Lochalsh
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Oh, gosh, now I have visions of that "green and pleasant land" strewn with limbs galore. ;) Quick, help me erase it!
Reply #1548. Oct 02 10, 4:17 PM
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| lesley153
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Relax, Ray, it doesn't have to be a woman who's not your wife. Just ask your wife to say she isn't your wife, or not to protest if you say it. They're bound to believe her - it won't even matter if she giggles.
Lochalsh, just close your eyes, and imagine lots of people sitting on the grass, all with their limbs attached, some of them making daisy chains, and some of them holding hands and giggling. Did that work? Is that better? |
Reply #1549. Oct 02 10, 5:50 PM
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| Lochalsh
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I tried, Lesley, I really tried, but I couldn't complete the image. There was no way I could reconcile the giggles and the stiff upper lips.
Reply #1550. Oct 02 10, 6:43 PM
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| Lochalsh
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Uh-oh, national stereotype again. Sowwy.
Reply #1551. Oct 02 10, 6:44 PM
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| lesley153
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Try, please, try to forget stiff upper lips. Jolly good show and all that in war films, don't ya know, but hardly required these days.
Replace "don't ya know" with "you know?" (don't forget the rising inflection) and visualise all those stiff upper lips wobbling and dissolving into fits of giggles. Can you do it yet? |
Reply #1552. Oct 02 10, 7:12 PM
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| veronikkamarrz
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Sounds like many parts of the 60"s that I thought were forgotten...;)
Reply #1553. Oct 02 10, 7:24 PM
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| Lochalsh
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VM, some people in their 60s have forgotten much about the 1960s, though not intentionally. :(
Lesley, now I'm thinking of Wobblies. I'm just way too tangential. :(
Reply #1554. Oct 02 10, 7:35 PM
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| lesley153
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Submerged but not forgotten. The memories are still there. Just need a bit of help winkling them out sometimes.
Wobblies? I know it's the nickname of an international union, but it's not a word we enjoy hearing these days, whatever the sensible meaning is.
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I just re-created a sandwich from my adolescence: tinned sardines, sliced tomatoes, a splash of vinegar and an overdose of freshly-ground black pepper. The ingredients might be a bit more posh than they were (cough) years ago, but the result is still fragrant and delicious. The Cardiac Rehab mob would be very proud of me.
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Jonathan got back from Portugal on Wednesday. He was exhausted, but he immediately started getting ready for the coming academic year. He went to an orchestra committee meeting yesterday, and has spent a lot of time preparing for the Freshers' Fair.
This year, the college has decided to call it The Welcome Fair. I have no idea why. Everyone knows what Freshers' Fair is, and that's what everyone else is still calling it. (It's probably an Americanism, but a useful one.) Unless it's because new MSc/MEng and PhD students objected to being called Freshers? Poor little flowers.
I sent him a good morning message today, and he phoned me from his bed. He thinks he's got flu. He's been aching all over for the last three or four days - and now it's got too much for him. We talk every day, he's been aching for three or four days, and hasn't said anything till today? I've created a monster. But I still sent him hugs. |
Reply #1555. Oct 03 10, 8:34 AM
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| Lochalsh
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Wobblies? ...it's not a word we enjoy hearing these days...
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Okay, let's replace "Wobblies" with these wobbly artifacts,and then we're back to your sunshine and lollipops image of "Saturday in the Park," and I can move past the strewn limbs:
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qq0OQBdIhsc
Reply #1556. Oct 03 10, 9:06 AM
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| Lochalsh
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Don't you think he's just protecting his mamacita? You have hadn't the easiest physical go of it recently, after all.
Reply #1557. Oct 03 10, 9:09 AM
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| lesley153
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OK, you all know the words. All together now:
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.
Argh!
He might be protecting me - I know he does - but more likely is that he had a lot to do, carried on for as long as he could, and forgot to grumble. He's never really enjoyed grumbling, although he has been known to smile and say that he has manflu. |
Reply #1558. Oct 03 10, 10:32 AM
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| lesley153
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I asked sprog how he had managed to carry on through aches and not mention them. He said he was so used to waking up stiff and achy, he doesn't really think about it unless it gets much worse.
Today is the first day of the new academic year and he sounds exceptionally happy. He had a whale of a time last year but now he's no longer a (the) Dep Pres: he's a bio-eng student, back among his peers. He also had a demanding summer, going back and forth from London to Bedford and Papworth and back.
I think this year will be a rest cure. He'll be chairing ArtsFest, the creative wing of RAG week, and he'll still be playing in the Symphony Orchestra and leading the String Ensemble. He may even re-join the orchestra he went to Portugal with. But it'll still be a rest cure.
I'm hoping it will be his final year: that he will at last finish his degree and I can send him up t'chimney or down t'pit. He may have other ideas. June and July will tell.
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I'm back on the road now, having bought car tax (!), and celebrated by going shopping.
The woman in front of me in the queue put five or six items on the conveyor belt, spent five minutes watching it move very slowly towards the till, and than asked me to save her place because she had something she needed to get. And she ran off and disappeared into the bowels of the bread aisle.
When her shopping reached the end of the belt, I told the cashier what she'd said, and asked him - what do we do now?
"Just sit and wait, I suppose."
So we waited. I scanned the horizon and there was still no sign of her.
"She's probably gone to do the other half of her shopping," he said.
After a couple of minutes, I managed to persuade him to work round her shopping and put mine through. A few minutes later, she reappeared, clutching two wrapped loaves, and explained:
"They didn't have any sliced bread."
So she'd picked her bread and taken it to the bakery counter to have it sliced. I'm pleased we didn't wait for her, and she said "That's fine," which was just as well really.
And that's another tale of life in the fast lane in Bedford. Funny how they seem to be centred round queues and people holding them up.
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Reply #1559. Oct 04 10, 1:31 PM
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satguru
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I queued in one of the couple of garages today that hadn't put its prices up for about 5 minutes while half was being dug up only to be told by one of the workmen the computer had gone down and nothing was now working at all. I found one further along that was functioning although half the pumps had run out and still had to wait a short while. I wonder if we're heading for another shortage?
Reply #1560. Oct 04 10, 3:19 PM
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