Monday, 29 June 2009
Saturday, 27 June 2009
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Bringing Out The Dead?
I was out for a walk with Matt and as we passed the local Funeral Directors, I noticed this truck with a coffin sticking out the back.
I wondered if it was an economy hearse or a funeral for Swine Flu victims.
It turned out to be nothing more than a coffin delivery.
Saying that, I've never seen a coffin delivery before and I doubt I'll ever see one again.
I wondered if it was an economy hearse or a funeral for Swine Flu victims.
It turned out to be nothing more than a coffin delivery.
Saying that, I've never seen a coffin delivery before and I doubt I'll ever see one again.
Monday, 22 June 2009
Peanut Allergy
A viable option? Not likely.
I went for an allergy test today, as it's been driving me mad, on and off for about 5 years now.
It turns out that I'm allergic to cats!
I don't understand how I've only become allergic to cats in the last few years or so, I've had them all my life.
It's not a severe allergy, but it can leave me sneezing non-stop for a couple of days and give me a runny nose like a water main.
There's no way I'm getting rid of Peanut-Face, but she is now banned from our bedroom.
I went for an allergy test today, as it's been driving me mad, on and off for about 5 years now.
It turns out that I'm allergic to cats!
I don't understand how I've only become allergic to cats in the last few years or so, I've had them all my life.
It's not a severe allergy, but it can leave me sneezing non-stop for a couple of days and give me a runny nose like a water main.
There's no way I'm getting rid of Peanut-Face, but she is now banned from our bedroom.
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Happy Father's Day
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Monday, 15 June 2009
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Quality Film Quote #35
Parole Hearing Man: Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say you've served 40 years of a life sentence. Do you feel you've been rehabilitated?
Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.
Parole Hearing Man: Well, it means that you're ready to rejoin society...
Red: I know what "you" think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made up word. A politician's word, so young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?
Parole Hearing Man: Well, are you?
Red: There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.
Morgan Freeman's "Red" in The Shawshank Redemption. Pure class.
Might try that kind of attitude at my next promotional interview!!
Visiting Nanna
Yesterday (it is 00:20 now) I went to see my Nanna in hospital.
When my dad and myself arrived I could have burst into tears. I'd been told she was down to six stone, but it didn't prepare me for seeing her that frail.
My childhood memory of her is a tall, well built lady. Not fat mind you, I don't want her coming up here and clipping me round the ear!
Despite being 84, having terminal cancer (that's really hard to acknowledge, let alone type) and a chest infection which has seen her in hospital for the best part of two months, she seemed in good spirits.
When we first arrived she was short of breath, but with the help of some oxygen, she soon started chatting away. And with all her marbles too.
Just before we left, my uncle Ian arrived. I honestly don't remember the last time I saw him. He seemed surprised by my hair thinning and weight adding abilty. I was surprised he was dressed in full leather biker gear! In fairness, he does have a bike!
I fully intend to to down and see Nanna again while I'm off. Hopefully I'll be able to take The Missus and Matty too.
Love ya Nanna, xxx.
When my dad and myself arrived I could have burst into tears. I'd been told she was down to six stone, but it didn't prepare me for seeing her that frail.
My childhood memory of her is a tall, well built lady. Not fat mind you, I don't want her coming up here and clipping me round the ear!
Despite being 84, having terminal cancer (that's really hard to acknowledge, let alone type) and a chest infection which has seen her in hospital for the best part of two months, she seemed in good spirits.
When we first arrived she was short of breath, but with the help of some oxygen, she soon started chatting away. And with all her marbles too.
Just before we left, my uncle Ian arrived. I honestly don't remember the last time I saw him. He seemed surprised by my hair thinning and weight adding abilty. I was surprised he was dressed in full leather biker gear! In fairness, he does have a bike!
I fully intend to to down and see Nanna again while I'm off. Hopefully I'll be able to take The Missus and Matty too.
Love ya Nanna, xxx.
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Welcome To Blogging
To my good mate and one of the nicest guys I know; Warren.
Warren has the unfortunate middle name of Joffre.
He talks shit all day long so I'm sure he'll have plenty to blog about!
Warren has the unfortunate middle name of Joffre.
He talks shit all day long so I'm sure he'll have plenty to blog about!
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
No Title
I found out today that my nanna has gone into hospital with a chest infection.
Combined with the cancer, this really isn't a good thing.
I had planned to go and see her at home this Thursday, I'll have to find out if she's in a fit state to have visitors this week.
Fingers crossed.
Combined with the cancer, this really isn't a good thing.
I had planned to go and see her at home this Thursday, I'll have to find out if she's in a fit state to have visitors this week.
Fingers crossed.
Un-hedge-ucated (Sorry!)
This week I've been looking into types of hedge for the front garden.
Matty is nearly walking un-aided and the front of the house is the only proper bit of garden we have.
I've researched practically every type of hedge known to man and I'm still no closer to knowing which is the one for us.
I'm gonna get the hump soon and just stick a fucking fence up!
Matty is nearly walking un-aided and the front of the house is the only proper bit of garden we have.
I've researched practically every type of hedge known to man and I'm still no closer to knowing which is the one for us.
I'm gonna get the hump soon and just stick a fucking fence up!
Monday, 8 June 2009
Friday, 5 June 2009
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Monday, 1 June 2009
The Weekend Ends Here
This weekend has been fantastic!
It started on Friday, with me looking after Matty by myself for the second time. After my last attempt, I wasn't confident. I have to admit that I was a complete arsehole all day on Thursday and I apologise to the missus for this.
Anyway, Friday turned out to be a fantastic day. Matt was as good as gold and we spent the whole day playing together. I can't wait for the next Matty and me time!
On saturday the in-laws came over. They've not been up for a while so it was really nice to see them both. They were joined by the missus's sister and her fella. We decided to have a bbq when the F.A Cup Final finished, it didn't go well with our neighbour. You see, because she has a fancy alarm system, she seems to think that this means we can't bbq in the courtyard opposite hers. Rather than do the easy thing and turn her alarm off the moment she noticed our bbq, she waited until the smoke built up and then went banging on the fence and shouting. Wrong thing to do! My father-in-law took offence to this and even more so when she stuck her head over the fence to complain. To cut a long story short, she was effectively told to fuck off by my father-in-law.
She's gonna be really upset when I fence our front lawn off with 6ft fencing all the way around. You see, she believes fences ruin the look of the area. Tough!
On sunday I met my dad for a beer. When I say "a beer" I mean lots of beer. I came home bladdered and the missus was quite rightly un-impressed. She's forgiven me though, as it's rare for me to have a beer with dad and even rarer for me to get in that state.
Today we went shopping in Milton Keynes. Matty was in top form and flirting with all the women. We can't go anywhere without women cooing over him and he laps it up. We've really noticed that he's developing so quickly these days.
The missus and me are both working tomorrow, so we dropped him off at my mum's after 4pm. The place feels empty without him. Won't see his cheeky smile till wednesday morning.
Can't wait!
Tomorrow I'll be starting my beloved late shifts. Forunately, I've only got 5 to do as I start 3 weeks leave on Sunday.
It started on Friday, with me looking after Matty by myself for the second time. After my last attempt, I wasn't confident. I have to admit that I was a complete arsehole all day on Thursday and I apologise to the missus for this.
Anyway, Friday turned out to be a fantastic day. Matt was as good as gold and we spent the whole day playing together. I can't wait for the next Matty and me time!
On saturday the in-laws came over. They've not been up for a while so it was really nice to see them both. They were joined by the missus's sister and her fella. We decided to have a bbq when the F.A Cup Final finished, it didn't go well with our neighbour. You see, because she has a fancy alarm system, she seems to think that this means we can't bbq in the courtyard opposite hers. Rather than do the easy thing and turn her alarm off the moment she noticed our bbq, she waited until the smoke built up and then went banging on the fence and shouting. Wrong thing to do! My father-in-law took offence to this and even more so when she stuck her head over the fence to complain. To cut a long story short, she was effectively told to fuck off by my father-in-law.
She's gonna be really upset when I fence our front lawn off with 6ft fencing all the way around. You see, she believes fences ruin the look of the area. Tough!
On sunday I met my dad for a beer. When I say "a beer" I mean lots of beer. I came home bladdered and the missus was quite rightly un-impressed. She's forgiven me though, as it's rare for me to have a beer with dad and even rarer for me to get in that state.
Today we went shopping in Milton Keynes. Matty was in top form and flirting with all the women. We can't go anywhere without women cooing over him and he laps it up. We've really noticed that he's developing so quickly these days.
The missus and me are both working tomorrow, so we dropped him off at my mum's after 4pm. The place feels empty without him. Won't see his cheeky smile till wednesday morning.
Can't wait!
Tomorrow I'll be starting my beloved late shifts. Forunately, I've only got 5 to do as I start 3 weeks leave on Sunday.
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