General Chat

Morning Folks,

It's dark and wet again :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P :-P

Welcome back Hazel. You always seem to be off on some jaunt or other, As long as you enjoy your trips, that's the main thing. :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

Wonder if Mo is sober ? ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-)

I've to do some joinery work for a neighbour tomorrow, so today I will prepare the stuff so that the fitting wont take too long. I love working with wood , the smell of fresh timber is great. The satisfaction of seeing the completed job always gives me pleasure. :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

Rita and Jean <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Hope Pauline is doing alright. Thought she might have dropped in. :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-

Cath hasn't been on for a wee while either.

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Have a good day ya all !

Keep well , keep safe , keep smiling :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Hello folks,
Just popping in quickly to thank you for my birthday wishes, it has been a great day.
I have just finished wiping the SSSSSSLLLlllllluuuuurrrrpppps from the screen Stephen, but thanks I did enjoy em.
Time for me bed now, so good night god bless. Mo

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MO. Have a Lovely Day!!!!!!



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Happy Birthday Mo !

A BIG kiss from me .....SSSSSSSLLLllllllllluuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrpppppppp!

And one from Fluffy Paws ....SSSSSSsssllllllllllluuuuuuurrrrrrrppppppp

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Hope you have a great day and MANY MORE to come.

Afternoon all

Hope everyone is ok

Happy Birthday Mo <3 <3 <3

It was my son's birthday last week, he was 19, where does the time go!!!

Stephen, pleased you and the family enjoyed their Enchanted Forest walk.


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Morning everyone.

We have a birthday girl today.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MO
Hope you have a lovely day
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Hi all

Back from Babs, we had a great holiday weather was great sunny and warm in the day, rain and windy in the night.

Now getting washing done for my next trip with Teri and Caitlin to Hasting on Firday until Monday. Dont think we will have good weather there so it be thick jumpers and coats. But its few days away be for winter sets in.

Cloudy and chilly hear today. Be back later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~to you all

Hazelx

Morning everyone
Foggy here, the weather not the man !!

Trying to get some Harley Daidson stuff for cousin to take back to Canada, so out to Guildford today. If I had Rita's address we will probably be quite near her. I do hope she is OK.

Jean and Pauline hope things are better for you both too.

Shelly hope you aren't drowning in info, the 1911 is interesting because we might actually have known some of the people on it. I have found my cousin's families on there.

Have a good day everyone

Linda xxx <3 <3 <3

A Wee Chuckle for the day

University Rules

The female dormitory will be out-of-bounds for all male students,

So too the male dormitory to the female students.

Anybody caught breaking this rule will be fined £20 the first time.

Anybody caught breaking this rule the second time will be fined £60.

Being caught a third time will incur a hefty fine of £180.

Are there any questions?"

At this, a male student in the crowd inquires,

"Er... How much for a season pass?"

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Morning Folks !

Are you all ready to face the coming week ?

Temperature to drop hugely. So get the Thermals out :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

Time to fill the Hot Water Bottle and switch on the Electric Blanket , Marliyn. ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-)

One of the cars goes in for it's MOT today. Should be ok. Has a good Mechanic looking after it......Me.... :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Hope a few more folk drop in today and keep the Thread going.

Rita and Jean <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Have a good day ya all !

Keep well , keep safe , keep smiling :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

sorry but 1911 census are still free on ancestry so been getting all what i can
truble is i do have to try and not to go side ways on my tree

Dermot, it is all a big plot by the govt so that we will all have to be microchipped to make identification easier.

Can't see to type......it's very FOGGY :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Good Evening Friendlies,

Looking in to say hello.

Mo, yes all being well I shall be going to the London meet, a glutton for punishment ...LOL.
Really good fun last meet with lovely people.

Foggy

What Dermot says is sooo true, so me thinks I will stay where I am, till they carry me out in my box. After that it's down to the family to prove who and what I was.

I hope everyone has had an enjoyable weekend, and that you have missed the rain that we have had here, and is likely to show it's ugly head tomorrow.

Stephen, it sounds like you and the family have had a magical time, I am very envious of you.

Marilyn, I hope the family haven't eaten you out of house and home. (Knowing you, thats highly unlikely ) :-D :-D :-D

Dermot,

After reading your posting I've gotta say I agree with you.

Wonder what proof they'll want to verify that it is actually me that has died and not some imposter :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Morning all,

Blimey Dermot......I think you should find yourself an Island somewhere uninhabitable and start all over again !! no more bills or telephone conversations to deal with .....just the passing wild life to grab whilst the goings good ....plenty of fish around you , much better for your Blood pressure rising ...LOL :-D

Stevey ....Now you sound as though you had a great time .....Of course we missed you. :-)

I hope you all have a great Sunday.....I have my lot coming for dinner so I have to crack on .... ;-)

I'm continuing to recover from the trauma of moving. I don't like to say 'moving house' because the house didn't move an inch but the occupant did - that's me.

Anyway, here's my perception of the never-to-be-repeated event.

Jesus told the man, "Get up, pick up your bed and walk."

Easier said than done. I’ve just completed – or almost completed – my third move in 43 years. Even though moving is up there with the death of a loved one on the stress scale, some are used to moving. But it’s getting more complicated.

For one thing, we collect more baggage literally over the years. There’s no one but ourselves to moderate the unaccountable build-up of pieces of furniture that the most hard-pressed charity shops would simply refuse to take. Or the number of things that might come in handy sometime, though that theory remains disproved by myself even after all these years.

But everything is more difficult now. Back in 1960s when I moved from Ireland to London to seek my fortune & a wife perhaps, the stress was confined to moving my limited belongings. To change the name on my electricity bill, I just had to phone the local office. Ditto to get my name on the phone bill. What were simple straightforward tasks then now demand a certain expertise, a lot of patience and several trips for consultations with experts.

Now I ring BT (or whoever) and a disembodied voice informs me that I have a variety of options. Each option has a number I am supposed to press once I realise what section of the network I wish to contact. The trouble is that by the time the list of options have been read out, I’m confused about the number: was it one or two or six? I need to hang up and re-dial. Pay attention, for goodness sake!

Eventually I discover that I’m talking to a lady in Bombay called Arundati and before I have mentally calculated the approximate distance from UK to India, a foreign voice wants to know my date of birth and my mother’s maiden name. The reason, it seems, is that they want to make sure I am who I say I am. I’m not sure why someone else pretending to be me would have any interest in my phone bill but there it is. It couldn’t be terrorism or Osama Bin Laden who is no longer on this planet. I put this reasonable point to the lady from Bombay and there’s a long pause on the phone. She suggests that I ring a different number and I get the feeling that she’s been down that road before, the long and dusty road to Bombay.

Or when I attempt to change an address on a bank account. Even though I talked to a number of bank personnel I have known for years, for some reason I need to prove I am who I say I am. It isn’t enough to be me or to be known to be me. I must prove that I’m me even though I am a customer of that very bank and that very branch since 1968 when I actually worked for them. Back to square one.

So what do I need to do? A signed statement from my Parish Priest or a magistrate colleague? That sounds possible, even reasonable. What else? I have to bring my passport, which they will photocopy as proof of who I am. What else? A recent household bill with my name at my new address. Like a telephone bill? Yes, exactly.

But there are two problems there. One is that, as I’ve just transferred from another area, my name will not be on my telephone bill until I change the name and address on my account. I explain to her about my problems with a lady in Bombay called Arundati but she changes the subject completely. What about an electricity bill? I suspect that the nice lady at the end of the phone-line will want to know my date of birth and my mother’s maiden name as well. Press 4 if you’re getting even mildly exasperated. Press 6 if you’re getting hot under the collar. Press 8 if you want to prevent yourself committing murder.

I protest not too convincingly because the bank clerks to whom this stressful job is given are obviously specially trained at some finishing school and I would imagine have graduated with high marks in 'Dealing With Exasperated Customers'. Why would she not take my word for it that I’m now living in my new abode.

I could get other customers of her bank to vouch for my place of residence. Indeed, with a flourish, I tell her that I could even get a letter to that effect from my bishop. Would that do? No, apparently, because there is 'Someone Upstairs Who Must Be Obeyed' and she wouldn’t be impressed. And even if she did, there is 'Someone in Head Office' who would just send it back.

I have on my person an invoice with my name and address written on it and I produce it from my pocket as if it were the winning lotto ticket. But, no, it won’t do because an invoice is not a bill and that 'Someone In Head Office' would not be happy with an invoice instead of a bill, even though my name and address are on it.

How did all this start? Can we really blame Osama for it all? Or those guys who were sending all that money over and back to the Cayman Islands and not paying any tax on it. I bet the BBC didn't asked Jimmy Savile for his date of birth or his mother’s maiden name. Perhaps they should have! But, as a result, now the rest of us are caught in this impenetrable maze of officialdom where no one will believe who we are or where we live.

Until we get a telephone bill to prove it.

So it’s back to Arundati in Bombay. I know where she is but she has no idea where I am. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long evening and an end to what might have been, as Bogie might say, a beautiful friendship.

I might have to help her spell Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.

I'll enjoy doing that.

A Wee Chuckle for the day

“Last night my Wife and I watched three DVDs back to back.

Luckily I was the one facing the telly. ”

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Morning All !

Did you miss me ?

Bet you did .......The way a Giraffe needs a sore throat ROFL

Who are Dermot , Foggy and Shelly ? I have a vague recollection of the names from somewhere deep in my tiny brain. ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-)

Had a great time in the hills with the family. My bonnie wee lass is now a BIG 7 year old. :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

Apart from wandering about we had dinner at a lovely restaurant followed by a trip to the 'Enchanted Forest' at Loch Faskally. The Light Show was FANTASTIC. A full two hours walking round a colourful forest .with music to suit the moment.

We walked in the hills to a hamlet that was part of the Clearances nearly 200 years ago. The ruins of the small houses are still to be seen. Two hundred folk had lived there. The tiny Church and Graveyard are now in ruins. The Church had been kept 'alive' for as long as possible with the Minister coming by horse from the next Parish and having a Service with just two folk.

Life must have been hard in this remote Glen. Three feet of snow would have been the norm rather than the exception in Winter.

Will catch up with all the gossip later.

Have a good day ya all !

Keep well , keep safe , keep smiling :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D