I can only please one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow is not looking good either.
I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.
Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without it.
Accept that some days you are the pigeon and some days the statue.
Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If he isn't there the first time, chances are you won't be needing him again.
I don't have an attitude problem, you have a perception problem.
Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.
My reality check bounced.
On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.
I don't suffer from stress. I am a carrier.
Just thought I'd brighten your day with these little Dilbert gems of wisdom from
this site. Well, the weather is no good so we need a lift - right?
Advance holiday preparations
Lazy day today - no rambles around Wales, no, today we have started remote preparations for our trip to France next weekend. I managed to persuade Keith that 2 polo shirts and a pair of chinos was not really an adequate wardrobe for a fortnight away, so off we went to Matalan. We hit a problem straight away as he insists that he needs a pocket in any shirt he wears so that he has somewhere to put his glasses. Well we did manage to find some polo shirts with pockets - straight out of the 70's! (You can't win'em all!)
Back home, the air has been punctuated by the sounds of bluetooth connections being made and broken as Keith works at setting up the GPS on his PDA to include the map of France. Technical afficionados please click here. In the meantime, I have been making mental lists of things to do, things to take and things not to forget. Keith thinks this passion for list-making is hilarious. I'm sure he's never made a list in his life. Also, I have been musing on the fact that my knowledge of colloquial French will now be 35 years out of date. I spent many months in France during my teens and was quite fluent in French but the language will have changed enormously since the late 60's, just as English has. (Who goes around saying things are 'fab' any more!) That led to thoughts of all the technological changes in the world since my visits in those days. (O.K. just get the sniggers and ageist comments out of the way right now!) The last time I was in France, there were no calculators, no mobile phones and no PC's; therefore no internet or emailing AND ....and here it gets REALLY serious....no blogging!!! Not only that, but there were no CD's, no videos, certainly no DVD's and no digital cameras or camcorders. My early photos taken in France were black and white. We didn't even have cassettes - all my music was on LP's, EP's or singles.
Younger readers look here to see what an LP looked like.
Still as long as the wine is still as good and the weather is better than here, I think we'll survive. (But we're taking my laptop, the PDA, the mobile phones, the GPS, the digital camera and the camcorder!)
Back home, the air has been punctuated by the sounds of bluetooth connections being made and broken as Keith works at setting up the GPS on his PDA to include the map of France. Technical afficionados please click here. In the meantime, I have been making mental lists of things to do, things to take and things not to forget. Keith thinks this passion for list-making is hilarious. I'm sure he's never made a list in his life. Also, I have been musing on the fact that my knowledge of colloquial French will now be 35 years out of date. I spent many months in France during my teens and was quite fluent in French but the language will have changed enormously since the late 60's, just as English has. (Who goes around saying things are 'fab' any more!) That led to thoughts of all the technological changes in the world since my visits in those days. (O.K. just get the sniggers and ageist comments out of the way right now!) The last time I was in France, there were no calculators, no mobile phones and no PC's; therefore no internet or emailing AND ....and here it gets REALLY serious....no blogging!!! Not only that, but there were no CD's, no videos, certainly no DVD's and no digital cameras or camcorders. My early photos taken in France were black and white. We didn't even have cassettes - all my music was on LP's, EP's or singles.
Younger readers look here to see what an LP looked like.
Still as long as the wine is still as good and the weather is better than here, I think we'll survive. (But we're taking my laptop, the PDA, the mobile phones, the GPS, the digital camera and the camcorder!)
Chester
My younger daughter has just been for a visit. We picked her up last night in Chester to save her coming through to Wrexham and having to change trains. This afternoon, we went back into Chester as I had an appointment at 2 o'clock and we also hoped to fit in some retail therapy. As it happened, it took so long to get into Chester and locate the car park I needed to park in to be within walking distance of my appointment that we didn't actually get out of the car until 1.20p.m. So, not really any time for retail therapy or lunch because we were surrounded by shops with price tags far out of range of a student and a recently redundant teacher and couldn't find any eating places that were not either full to bursting or charging £1.90 for a bottle of water - which, although rapidly dying of thirst, I adamantly refused to pay! Finally I bought a bottle of water from a little newsagents and we sat down on a bench for a few minutes. Within a few seconds we were accosted by one of the local nutcases who was trying to interest us in a stack of dubious postcards, so we had to move on to get out of his way.
On to the appointment, which took an hour instead of the half hour I had anticipated, and a quick bite to eat and it was time to head off to the train station. It took 10 minutes to find the car park entrance, which had apparently been designated as a completely hidden aperture and then a further 5 minutes to discover that our level, blue level, could not be reached by entering white level, although that's precisely what we had done in the car! (Confused? You will be!)
So, out of the car park, at last, into the Friday afternoon going-home traffic and many road works and detours until, more by good luck than good judgement, we arrived at the station.
Daughter decanted, good-byes said and off I set, once more into the breach, the hills of Wales in my sights and determined not to venture into Chester again in the near future!.
On to the appointment, which took an hour instead of the half hour I had anticipated, and a quick bite to eat and it was time to head off to the train station. It took 10 minutes to find the car park entrance, which had apparently been designated as a completely hidden aperture and then a further 5 minutes to discover that our level, blue level, could not be reached by entering white level, although that's precisely what we had done in the car! (Confused? You will be!)
So, out of the car park, at last, into the Friday afternoon going-home traffic and many road works and detours until, more by good luck than good judgement, we arrived at the station.
Daughter decanted, good-byes said and off I set, once more into the breach, the hills of Wales in my sights and determined not to venture into Chester again in the near future!.
Memories of Paris???
Keith and I were talking about our forthcoming holiday yesterday evening. We have decided to spend a day in Paris on our travels through France and I commented that I had spent 10 days there as a student, many moons ago. Whereupon, Keith asked me if I had been up the Eiffel Tower. When I said I remembered going to see it but couldn't remember whether I had been up it or not, he fell about laughing and flatly refused to believe me!
"You MUST remember something like that!" he choked.
"It was 35 years ago," I reasonably pointed out....reasonably.
"Doesn't matter!" he exclaimed, "You don't forget something like that - the prospect of going up in the lift, seeing all those girders...!"
At which moment I felt the need to point out to him that the feminine mind is not necessarily enthralled by the concept of girders - whether on the Eiffel Tower or anywhere else.
I think he's been watching too much "Scrapheap Challenge" myself. It's turned his brain!!
"You MUST remember something like that!" he choked.
"It was 35 years ago," I reasonably pointed out....reasonably.
"Doesn't matter!" he exclaimed, "You don't forget something like that - the prospect of going up in the lift, seeing all those girders...!"
At which moment I felt the need to point out to him that the feminine mind is not necessarily enthralled by the concept of girders - whether on the Eiffel Tower or anywhere else.
I think he's been watching too much "Scrapheap Challenge" myself. It's turned his brain!!
Another quiz!
Another quiz, folks, for those of you who have nothing better to do with your time!
Have a look at here to find out what type of Winnie the Pooh character you are. Now you know you can't live without that knowledge!
Me? I'm the Owl!
You are Owl! Wise and calm, you constantly feel
that you must help those around you who are...
not as gifted in certain areas as you are. As
in, everyone.
Which Winnie the Pooh character are you?
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Have a look at here to find out what type of Winnie the Pooh character you are. Now you know you can't live without that knowledge!
Me? I'm the Owl!
You are Owl! Wise and calm, you constantly feel
that you must help those around you who are...
not as gifted in certain areas as you are. As
in, everyone.
Which Winnie the Pooh character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Doctors? Dentists!
I do agree with this in today's news. There are obviously many people who, for whatever reason, do not keep their appointments with their G.P. There is the problem that in some practices it is impossible to get an appointment within 2 or even 3 weeks unless you are dying, and even then, it's not certain! Not surprising, then, that the less organised of us may forget about the appointment before it comes round. Incidentally, I will pay homage to my previous doctor here. He runs a practice single handed, with a mix of appointment and open access sessions and I have never had to wait more than 2 days for an appointment with him, which begs the question - if he can do it, why can't larger practices?
The problem I have at present, however, is not with doctor's appointments. My problem is with dental appointments, or lack of. It shocked me when I looked at NHS website for Wales and discovered that, in the whole of Clwyd, not just Wrexham, there is not one dentist who is taking on new patients, either NHS or private! So I have the choice of hoping nothing goes wrong with my teeth in the near future or doing a 100 mile round trip to my former dentist near Liverpool!
So much for Tony Blair's wish to improve the state of the nation's teeth! I bet he doesn't have a problem getting his pearly whites sorted out!
The problem I have at present, however, is not with doctor's appointments. My problem is with dental appointments, or lack of. It shocked me when I looked at NHS website for Wales and discovered that, in the whole of Clwyd, not just Wrexham, there is not one dentist who is taking on new patients, either NHS or private! So I have the choice of hoping nothing goes wrong with my teeth in the near future or doing a 100 mile round trip to my former dentist near Liverpool!
So much for Tony Blair's wish to improve the state of the nation's teeth! I bet he doesn't have a problem getting his pearly whites sorted out!
Location, location, location!
Having been musing over the ever escalating price of property in the U.K. over the weekend, I came across 2 items in the news today. The first is this one about an island for sale off the coast of Guernsey - a snip at £50,000 to £200,000. Sounds absolutely idyllic although some idiot has apparently suggested that it would be a good place for a casino!
The other is if the quiet island life gets too quiet and you fancy a move to the bright lights of London, Mayfair, to be exact. This little pied a terre will set you back £25,000 a week in rent.
So, the choice is yours. No contest really....I'd go for the island retreat any time, but definitely without the casino!
The other is if the quiet island life gets too quiet and you fancy a move to the bright lights of London, Mayfair, to be exact. This little pied a terre will set you back £25,000 a week in rent.
So, the choice is yours. No contest really....I'd go for the island retreat any time, but definitely without the casino!
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