Saturday, November 28, 2015

No talking please........

I spend all day at work talking to people.
And I could give a flying fuck for quite a few of the people I have to talk to....so hate me. Bothered.
Which means that on my day off or at the weekend I like silence, or listening to the radio or talking to people I choose to engage with.
This afternoon I had my hair done at my regular salon...and the hairdresser and the hair washer person are lovely but why oh why can I not just hold up a sign saying 'YOU ARE VERY NICE BUT I DON'T WANT TO TALK'........let me just sit here with my eyes closed until you're done......
Well I suppose I could but then they really would think me peculiar wouldn't they? and I feel obliged to join in with trying to be like every one else and then we all witter on about the weather and Christmas and this and that shite and I grit my teeth and smile.
I would like to be a nicer person truly I would but FFS when will someone open a hairdressers where it is OK to say nowt.
You just turn up, say what you want, they do it, you pay up and leave.....and nobody feels odd about it.
There...bet you don't like me now do you???

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

No....I wasn't drunk...and no-body hit me......

Last week I fell over on my way into the  supermarket.
In the middle of the day.
I am not sure how it happened but one minute I was walking towards the zebra crossing and the
next I was bouncing my head on the black and white stripes.
I am the luckiest person though because the kind lady who stepped out of the crowd that gathered was a GP. She was very kind and stopped the bleeding from a tiny cut on my forehead. I was most upset though because I had broken my specs....what I think of as my 'good glasses'.
So since then, and for the first time in my life I have been sporting  a black eye. It would be wrong to call it a black eye though...it has been purple, red, blue green and is now yellow.
It has been interesting seeing peoples reactions as they spot it....some ask 'ooh what happened?' and others ignore it or say 'did you burn his dinner again haha?'  Ha bloody Ha.




Saturday, November 14, 2015

Paris.

The world is a strange and frightening place. Poor Paris..poor people. What to do? WTF happens now? Increase the peace people.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

I don't have a title......

Yesterday my Ma wanted me to drive her up to the local cemetery so that she could place some flowers on her brothers grave..it was his birthday, and she had asked me to buy some nice bright flowers for him.  It was a beautiful day yesterday in our neck of the woods, crisp, sunny, bright blue sky. On the way, and because it is very nearly my birthday, she was telling me about events she remembered from her pregnancy with me and the delivery itself and how when I was in the pram she remembered pushing me along for a walk one day when the weather had been almost the same. As we drove past a small pub she said ' I remember pushing you along on this side of the road and a lot of your fathers mates were sitting outside the pub over there drinking'. Dad at that time was in Lourdes with my big sister.  Then she said  'and they shouted over asking how he was getting on........I said all good.....he sent me a french letter ..........and they all laughed and made remarks and I was so embarrassed'. She shook her head and said 'terrible thing to be ignorant'.


S'all good......

Take pleasure where and when you can. Feel the sun on your face. Cuddle your grandchild. Be thankful that bombs don't rain down on yo...