Yes I know not great english but my interpretation would be ‘when you’re left with lemons…..make lemonade!’
Although in this case I chose to pick up the ‘lemons’
The little Butternut pumpkin is the one I choose for winter soups. It’s usually nicely sized …..and I can cut (and peel) it easily. I know other pumpkins can be used but half the time I can’t even pick them up let alone cut the skin off (and I don’t like the taste when they’ve been in the oven) so it’s the Butternut for me.
The cost of fruit and vegatables fluctuates greatly with seasons and once again, in what seems to be an annual trend, because of previous weather events we had been warned of price rises. At the moment, Butternuts…in my mind…. have an exhorbitant price attached to them so as I’m going to be peeling and seeding (in other words tossing some of it) I’ve been loathe to buy them.
Carrots on the other hand seem to be really cheap. Carrots are a staple in our house…..no matter what time of the year there’s always some in the fridge. In summer they are grated or thinly sliced julienne style with salads – in winter, well you name it they turn up in just about everything cooked in our kitchen
Oh look at that, said Catherine when she saw an enormous 5kg bag of carrots going for $2.
And how long do you think it’ll take you to use all of them said The Golfer!
These days with there only being the two of us I usually don’t buy fruit and veg in bulk ……..unless I know we use it regularly, it will last or I have something special in mind but also…. because He with the long elephantine memory will always remind me of the times he’s discovered things in the fridge I’ve forgotten I’ve even bought!
So with those words having been spoken (and knowing The Golfer, who doesn’t usually come grocery shopping with me, would object to backtracking through the shop to pick them up later) I had to do a bit of quick thinking. How many casseroles did I have in mind to make during the next week? Soup?? Usually made with other root vegetables. What do I have in the fridge at home? Oh blow it, pick them up. They’ll keep out in the freezing cold garage!
Broccoli or as known to some of our grandchildren in their very young days as green forest… as opposed to white forest…which was the name for cauliflower 😊 is another veg we use a lot of. It’s usually sold by weight and I find it ‘fun’ to watch shoppers choosing their broccoli – some just pick up a piece and carry on while others turn the pieces over and over to find those with the thinnest stems because they will be throwing that part away and don’t want to pay for something they won’t be eating.
Lately the stems, you know the bit in the middle where the little stalks and the green flowery bits grow from, have been really thick. Occasionally I’ll put them in with other bits if I’m making vegetable stock but last week it seemed like most of the weight was in the stems so after slicing and dicing them those pieces went into a chicken and veg soup.
Now that did turn out good – economical, what’s in the cupboard style, certainly not glossy cook book style. As well as a small sliced raw chicken breast it included onions, the last of a packet of frozen mixed veg, also same of frozen peas and corn, some McKenzie’s dried soup mix, potatoes, broccoli stems, potato stock from the freezer mixed with chicken stock powder plus several carrots. After cooking I gave it a little whizz with Bamix using the chopping blade to ‘break up and circulate’ the chicken lol Top shelf of freezer holds several tubs of Carrot Soup,…….. a fairly basic recipe, except I added some curry powder when I fried the onions and garlic to give it a bit of oomph…..plus one remaining tub of the Chicken and Veg – well it was cold and that’s all there was left after having it for dinner two nights in row.
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And I’ll tell you what – my life must be fairly quiet at the moment if I’m relating what we had for dinner last week 😊
But then it’s Monday, the day I sit here thinking and chattering about anything and everything.
So tell me, what did ‘you’ have for dinner last week ??
Just a few thoughts running through my mind early this Monday morning
As you can see it’s a bit of a weighty problem
It’s all to do with my homesick kilos. They leave home for quite a while then decide to move back in again I really need them to move out permanently!
Because of them this how I feel – Very big
I was beginning to think those pesky little Cs could have been the problem so I asked Maxine what the answer was 😊
You’d never guess what……it seems the answer was right under my nose……I’d been using shampoo in the shower as soap! Don’t laugh but it seems I should have been using washing up liquid instead! Well we learn something new each day 😊😊
Oh the joys of first world problems lol
I’m about to put the kettle on – come on in, sit down, and tell me
How’s your Monday’s going?
These past few
days weeks I’ve been engrossed with chasing people round the WWW in order to add them to a long list of family members I have noted on one of those online history sites. Yes, that love of family is getting to me again and I decided to have my DNA looked at
Over the years some interesting facts have emerged where The Golfer’s family has been concerned. For someone with no links to Australia previously he was tickled pink to discover a convict lurking in the past. He lurked alright one night to the point of ‘breaking a curtilage and larceny therein’ for which he received 14 yrs transportation! Unfortunately after receiving his ticket of leave and being noted on one census said convict has disappeared from the face of the earth.
With his (The Golfer’s) father’s family coming from a rural Essex background we discovered he had loads of farm workers……ag labourers was the term used……and other delights such as husbandman, shepherd, vermin catcher – mole catcher – rat catcher, stockman on farm – thatcher and blacksmith. At one time in his life his father was a chimney sweep!
His maternal Gt Grandmother played a big part in his life but no Gt Grandfather was ever seen or spoken about. Seems he walked off and joined the navy early in the marriage only returning home a few times – after a lot of digging we discovered why.
Like a lot of sailors he did have a girl in another port – one he obviously liked better than Granny C because he ended up marrying her. All the while Granny C was alive and well living back in Colchester with The Golfer’s family! So we added a documented bigamist as well to the tree 🙂
And of course with him always having a book in his hand The Golfer was really taken by the fact that one of his paternal GtGt aunts in the ‘Dorset Line’ as he calls it) married a cousin of Thomas Hardy, the author.
My Irish Armagh based family seems quite tame compared to his being mostly land based ag labourers or textile workers (silk weavers mainly) and one whose occupation was noted as being a sugar boiler on one daughter’s marriage certificate moving up to confectioner in later ones. Many of those from Armagh migrated over to Canada and USA which makes it difficult to trace because of the number of people from the same extended families having their children around the same time and giving them similar or the same names. Also the added bonus of a lot of them relying on others to record names for them – my father was adamant one family’s name was Muldoon yet I’ve found documents where it is recorded as McIldoon/McEldoon/Meldoon 😟
Now where my mother’s family was concerned it was well known that my maternal grandfather loved the ladies. Rumour had it he fathered a child with his sister in law but those who could enlighten me and my sisters are long gone so we let that one pass. However a few years ago I found some thing online that had me wondering about the lovely old gentleman I shared a birthday with.
There was a person looking for family of this man (who has quite a distinctive set of given names) It was suggested he was actually married and had a child (names and dates were given) but knowing that on the dates given I had a legal grandmother in Belfast raising my mother’s older brother I just put it to the back of my mind.
I was checking my ‘DNA matches’ online last week and something jumped out and had me squirming in my chair. The names and dates in a tree matched those in the online plea from a few years back so……….
He was away a lot during WW1 – was he where my grandma thought he was? Some documents prove where he was part of the time – being mentioned in dispatches for bravery one of them but……..
Was my grandfather a bigamist as well??
I’m not one for going to see film adaptations of best selling books…. I’ve been known to sit there in the cinema muttering ‘that’s not the way it was in the book….. so often say no when asked if I’d like to see XYZ.
However there is the odd time I will go along, usually when it’s been a while since I read the book and (hanging head in shame) don’t actually remember all the characters and goings on that took place. When that happens I can sit there and actually enjoy the film without pulling it to pieces.
Last week we went to see The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and I enjoyed it – I did have a vague idea of the story linbut there was a lot I didn’t remember so it looks like I’ll have to reborrow the library book to remind myself of the bits I’d forgotten 😊
No, when was that?
1964 from Singapore to Penang!
How could I forget that!
Many years ago, almost another lifetime ago, I was the daughter of a serving airman (yes an airforce brat – ‘Born Raised and Travelled’) and then went on to be the wife of a serving airman – for the first 30 years of my life I was associated with service life and all it entailed. Over the years I’ve flown in loads of different types of aircraft but couldn’t remember this one with it’s propellers and bulky almost clunky look.
The Golfer had been posted to Butterworth (on the Malaysian mainland across from Penang Island) and we arrived in Singapore tired and weary from the very long flight from Stanstead…..no non stop flights in those days meant a long stop over in Colombo on the way which lengthened the journey. The plane we flew out on had been full of servicemen with just a few families so no restrictions on staying in your seats in those days meant I had plenty of babysitters for the two little ones we had with us. We’d expected to stay overnight in Singapore and were surprised when told there was an aircraft going up to Butterworth fairly soon and we were on it.
Now in my defence it was dark and very hot when we’d arrived in Singapore, the temperature difference between the cool almost cold March in England and hot moist tropical right on the equator that greeted us was enormous and I was trying to cope with two tetchy children so didn’t take much notice of the size and shape as we trundled up the steps. It was an ‘aeroplane’ and that’s all I was bothered about 😊
I’ll tell you what though- I certainly remember stopping in my tracks when I saw what the seating was and how it was arranged! About a dozen Air Force personnel and my little family sat sideways on – paratrooper style (2) on the jump style seats that lined the inside of the ‘plane.!! And yes, that is the door to the cockpit at the far end 😟
My life has been nothing but interesting – well, the bits I remember 😊😎
It’s early Monday morning. I’ve been sitting here thinking about past times for quite a while – best start thinking about tonight’s dinner or The Golfer will be home from ‘you know where ‘ later on and I won’t have a clue what to feed him.
Is Monday a musing day for you – or is it all go go go?
There are lots of ‘community clubs’ around the different suburbs here in Melbourne – they are a bit like the local hotel/pub in that a liquor license is involved but that’s where the similarity ends. This one is fairly local to me
All would have a bistro serving meals most of the day and evening, a lounge and bar as well as snacks and coffee bar service, TAB outlet complete with big screens to watch several different sports, lots of entertainment and of course a ‘gaming room’ full of poker machines (and free coffee!)
Some people think they are nasty immoral places catering to ‘poor unfortunate souls with a gambling addiction’. Others think of them as a club where they can go to meet friends during the day, have a drink or a meal in relative comfort and not go near the pokies.
More upmarket ones will also have a courtesy bus pick up and drop off service which allows members and their guests the pleasure of being able to drink (within reason) and get there and back safely without the hassle of drink drive regulations. And getting there in a comfortable mini bus is a boon to older members who don’t drive so they will ‘drop in’ more frequently.
Win win – happy customers- more profit for the club.
Melbourne has just hosted a Food Truck Extravaganza in the city – loads of mobile kitchens serving different varieties of food all the one spot. It would have been fun but unfortunately we couldn’t get there. Imagining all those vans travelling the suburbs sent me off in search of something I’d often wondered about, something my imagination runs riot at the thought of…… MOBILE WOOL SHOPS or YARN TRUCKS.
Wouldn’t it be great to have a van draw up and park outside your door offering all sorts of lovely coloured goodies. You could ooh and aah to your hearts content over all the new stock without the hassle of going to the shop. There is loads of information on the net and loads of images showing just the thing I visualised however they seem to be a big thing in parts of the United States but not here in Australia.
Well this brightly coloured van isn’t quite what I thought it was.
Remember those courtesy buses I mentioned above…….that’s just what this is….. A courtesy bus to take you to the wool shop.
Both of my sisters live in different countries to me – I am here in Australia……next sister is in England…..and baby sister is in Cyprus. The phone lines run expensively hot some days but there are also times when a quick question needs just a quick answer and a text/ sms is all that’s needed. Well that’s the idea. Sometimes answers provoke more questions and long forgotten thoughts and ideas come pouring out that might not have done so if we’d been on the phone.
Take the other day.
I was having one of those silly can’t settle nights…..finding it hard to drift off to sleep again after a midnight trip to the loo ……thinking about some knitting I had on the go, and as happens my mind wandered, this time to ‘when did I learn to knit’ I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t knit but have no memory of being taught. I must have been shown the basics some time- was it from mum or school? No, not Mum because even though she was a good knitter she didn’t have the patience to teach. If the truth be told she didn’t have much patience with me – full stop!
So mid morning our time curiosity got the better of me and out came the phone. Sisters dear…..when did you learn to knit……who taught you?
LOL – Next sister answered almost immediately- up for one of her nocturnal loo visits she heard her phone ding – it seems dad taught her. She recalled him chanting the knitting mantra most of us have heard and used ‘needle in, wool round, pull through, slip off’. She suggested maybe Mum’s aunts did the teaching – mum had gone to live with them during the war and the timing with my age was right. Could of been them because Dad was away at that time
We were laughing (10c a text and she’s laughing virtually at 2am her time) about most people my age (she being nearly five years younger) knowing how to knit and she wrote ‘all you war babies must have come out clicking, wearing knitted matinee coats, bonnets bootees and mittens –
a little snippet concerning mum and her knitting came flying cross the world, something she had never told ‘us’ but ‘had’ told our grown up baby brother one day when he’d been talking about women at work being stressed……obviously not a good day for her because she let rip.
Next sister wrote “She was pregnant with you, dad was abroad, it was a lovely day and she was knitting for you (in Wellingborough where she lived at the time and where I was born) she was sitting near the open window of an upstairs room ……the day the house was bombed.
She told little brother ‘that’ was stress modern girls wouldn’t understand’
Then my darling ‘naughty’ sister added the words – Bet she dropped a few stitches!!
As I said I’d never heard that story before so asked Mr G**gle for information on ‘bombing Northampton 1942’ and he came up with a special edition of a newspaper that had news clips from the second world war. And there on the front page dated August 1942 was a piece about the war coming to Wellingborough.
Although I gained an insight into a possible reason Mum was always tense especially when there was thundery stormy weather, little sister confirmed mum didn’t teach any of us (she learnt at school) so I’m still none the wiser as to who taught me to knit lol
A touchy Internet connection for the best part of last week meant little if any blog browsing for me. I’d find something interesting and lose it so a fair amount of knitting was done to compensate. The Golfer took me out to lunch and we finally got some rain, they were a plus – someone decided to let their car get up close and personal with my little Lance 2, which definitely was a minus.
Oh how I’d really like a larger storage cupboard in the laundry because I had to pop out to the garage really really early this Monday morning aka today to retrieve a 12 pack of loo rolls and shivered in my shoes. All thoughts of replacing the empty pack went out the window yesterday as the rain came tumbling down – definitely wouldn’t want to have to revert to this though.
My family immediate never did but I vaguely remember my granny in Belfast had an outside lav/loo looking very much like this.
The cooler temps this morning meant it was out with the short sleeves and iin with the long as well as a rummage through the wardrobe last night for some lightweight jeans to wear to my volunteer ‘job’ this morning.
I laughed years ago when the volunteer coordinator at the nursing home said, ‘You don’t have to be dressed to kill, just neat and tidy. Some of ‘our ladies’ will not be backward in coming forward to tell you what they think of your dress style. True to her word one resident (who, sadly not with us now, had previously been a hairdresser and also owned a clothing shop) would always pass a compliment on my hair or one item of clothing. She would also be known to suggest when it ‘might be time for a trim’
So still reeling from the unfolding details of the ball tampering scandal enveloping the Australian cricket team I went off to spend the morning encouraging some of the oldies to remember tunes they would have been familiar with in their younger days. We are getting closer to the mid 1950s music but still feature songs from the early 1900s and WW1 era because some of the ladies are well on their way to 100. There’s something about seeing a person close their eyes and mouth the words of a song yet be unable to hold what many would (unfortunately) describe as ‘a sensible conversation’ that makes me realise the powerful effect music has on the mind.
On a lighter note I found this article last night on what is definitely a first world problem- what clothes are most comfortable to wear on a long haul flight
From there it was a 30 minute drive to the crash repair business in Knoxfield to leave Lance 2 in their capable hands. Obtaining the other parties details meant the excess on our part was waived – and I got a ‘free’ ride home in a taxi. Here’s hoping it gets done in the time quoted, not sure how I’ll cope….. or should I say we’ll cope……if I have to wait until after the Easter holiday. Another first world problem 😊
And of course the first thing I remembered when I arrived home was I should have popped into the shops to pick up some vegetables for dinner so it ended up being a seek and you might find ‘what’s left in the freezer’ meal.
Pumpkin soup found hiding down the bottom accompanied by garlic bread also lurking in the bottom. Followed by…..wait for it….tinned creamed rice (a old comfort favourite of mine) with the last of what might be the last of the strawberries from the farm near the golf course and a dollop of strawberry jam.
The other news during the day has been the cold snap that has brought early SNOW to the High Country. Mt Buller is just over a 2hr drive from my house- no wonder it was cold!
How was your Monday? Do you have anything special planned?
The New Year came with all the festivities and thoughts of the future
Oh, let us enjoy this season we said, the year will begin all in good time!
Then all of a sudden
it seemed like we’d been lined up at the starters gate for quite a while
Australia Day came and went – As did the start of the New School Year
And that’s when the starter’s gun went off – loud and clear
Since then it’s been go go go 😊😎
Last week the oldies in the Nursing Home who had missed the fun and games of their Musical Memories activity gave it their all (well all that they could remember), my choir had its first weekly rehearsal of the year, and talk at the first monthly book club get together for the year was about the oodles of books everybody read because it had been too hot to do anything else. A busy day today began at the nursing home encouraging the residents who take part to exercise their brains by identifying the MM songs, then after picking up some books at the library designated for a February reading challenge I stopped talking about it and popped into the Leisure Centre to renew my gym membership.
It’s back to the pool tomorrow morning with the first meeting for 2018 of my local CWA Branch in the evening. A Ladies Probus meeting on Wednesday morning followed by an assessment for a new exercise programme. Thursday the new (to me) charity knitting group I mentioned a while back has their first gathering of the year so I’ll drop in to say Hello.
We have a new boundary fence going in some time this month so I’ve got some time earmarked to be spent clearing more of the fenceline on Friday. My ‘tricky back’ means it can only be done in drips and drabs as I don’t want to be pencilling in visits to my lovely chiropractor on the calendar 😊
Yes it sounds to me as if the Year Proper has finally begun.
Some people warned me I’d be bored stiff when I retired. I’d miss the contact I’d had with the public all my working life. Ha Ha don’t think there’s any chance of that happening. Yet I’m very careful to make sure that tucked in amongst all these ‘voluntary commitments’ there is oodles of quiet time set aside for me to enjoy life.
By myself or with The Golfer.
When he’s not on the golf course that is 😊
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Maybe you’d like to tell what is happening in your life this Monday
There are so many ways to communicate with others these days
Instagram – Twitter – Facebook – Blogs are just a few
And this is where I start a post with no idea of
where I’m going or where I’ll finish.😊
I do have accounts on all of those with minimal……in fact no…… personal information apart from a photo in my public profile. You’d probably glean a bit about me from reading the blog avatar.
My personal fb account was to allow me to join craft (and other) groups, a few family and friends ‘found’ me and apart from newly discovered extended family (discovered via family research sites) I don’t go around asking others if I can be their ‘friend’.
Anyway about a year ago I kept getting ‘friend requests’ on this account – the odd thing was these were from strange men as well as male members of armed forces (soldiers sailors airmen – in uniform with rank displayed) Obviously those requests were deleted.
Then the same thing happened on twitter – a medium I used for a while for various reasons but haven’t looked at for well over a year. Lots of messages saying ‘so and so is now following you’ Once again strange men, many with no tweets recorded but following loads of women Oh and also those new followers included women whose profiles described them as ‘se^xy’ looking for fun! It took a while for me (not the most tech savvy person) to find the way to block them, unfollow people and sites I no longer had any interest in and to decide to make the account private.
Now you’d think instagram would be harmless wouldn’t you. Well you should see some of the people who decided to follow me. Honestly I haven’t shared a photo for goodness knows how long but these ‘strange’ men and women seem to like looking at Kiera lol More time spent looking for how to block them, unfollow a lot of people and make that account private.
Then there were the strange ridiculous and at times confronting comments that were arriving on the blog. They came in clusters thankfully stopping for some reason towards the end of last year. Luckily they didn’t all make it onto the blog proper- w/press scooped them up as they arrived and put them into spam folder for me to decide yea or nay.
So after an end of year break I start writing on Still Waters again and blow me down if I don’t start getting emails informing me – ‘people with very strange names @ outlook’ – have become followers. I consulted the help forums and lo and behold I’m not the only one getting them………WordPress were aware and were trying to (not sure what) do something about it.
I then discovered a feature available in the settings of my w/press blog There is a way to remove/delete followers. You learn something new every day 😊
I thought it was only the other party who could do that – you couldn’t block a follower.
So armed with this knowledge I went through my followers list checking their ‘credentials’ and deleting an enormous amount. Most of whom were unknown to me. People who hadn’t blogged for years, people whose blogs were closed/deleted, bloggers from online courses never to be heard from since, others from ‘financial’ sites or travel places – you know all those people who follow because you wrote about something once (but never again) I will admit to feeling a bit better once that had been done and of course if I’ve removed a live reader they can always refollow.
OK everyone, come on and help me here. Am I the only one to have gone through all this rubbish – was I naive in thinking all those things couldn’t happen to me? For a while there I even wondered if my name had been entered on a dating agency’s books 😊😊
Public blogs are like open jars of jam waiting for nasties and other strange things to fly in and ‘spoil’ the taste so I can’t complain.
However I’m curious to know about other people’s experiences with followers on those other sites.
It’s early Monday morning, and as is usual I’m sitting here with coffee pondering about my life in general.
How’s yours going?
A beginning of the year coffee morning with my group of ladies brought the usual observations from some about ‘another year down, wonder how many more there will be to come’ Late last year the oldest lady was really down in the dumps, a bit like my friend B she had lost family and friends during 2017 and the passing of time was beginning to get her down.
At the moment she seems to have put that all behind her because over coffee last week she had us all in stitches relating snippets of fun from her big family Christmas get together where her youngest grandaughter had made a model of a time machine that would roll back the years and ‘make Nanny happy again’.
Like a lot of us in the group she’s been here in Australia for many many years yet is the only one who still talks about her life in England. Think of that she said, I can go back to living in the little village where we all knew each other, there was a corner shop (who delivered) and a greengrocer, the post office was in the front room of Mrs What’s Her Names (having trouble with her memory at times is my friend 😊) Oh and lots of other good things I can’t quite think of at the moment.
One of us laughed and said it sounds a bit like the village where Milly Molly Mandy lived with her Mother and Father in the same little cottage as Aunty and Uncle along with Grandma and Grandpa. Another said, don’t forget Billy Blunt, little friend Susan and Toby the dog!
Of course some of the younger ones had never heard of the little girl in the striped dress or the books a lot of us had read in our childhood so out came the phones so they could find out.
THIS is what Mr Goog’le had to say 😊
After that it was Reminisce Central at the table with talk of all those trades who delivered to the door – mobile shops! First and foremost there was The Coalman! Then the milkman and his horse later overtaken by electric carts, the baker who came with a big basket on his arm, a greengrocer who had a van with sides that lifted up to display all the fruit and veg. I mentioned we had a fish and chip van and a long Co-op grocery shop that came once a week similar in size to some of the mobile libraries seen on the roads these days
We might have to keep our eye on our ‘elder stateswoman’ – well into her 80s and not a computer or mobile phone owner – we began to wonder if she had been ‘taken in’ by her grandaughter’s time machine when some of the younger ‘girls’ were talking about ‘this new invention called online shopping’ as she calls it. It would be lovely to have things home delivered she said but I would miss having a chat with the man behind the counter in the corner shop!
But then always the joker in her younger days I wonder if maybe she hadn’t been ‘taken in’ but was just pulling our leg 😊
What’s on your mind this Monday- would you like to tell us about it?
Row Row Row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily Merrily Merrily Merrily
Life is but a dream
I’ve been plodding along living my life peacefully this past few weeks. The days are getting longer, lighter earlier and staying light a bit later each day and even getting a (tiny) bit warmer. Warm enough some days for open doors and windows and even – not have any heating on 😊
Not warm enough for salads yet – still a bit of stewing going on
All of which means I’m slowly emerging from my winter hibernation, starting to paddle about, leave the house willingly and actually enjoy being out and about.
With the arrival of better weather I’ve returned to choir after a break during those cold wet weeks – night driving in the wet was beginning to worry me so best not to do it. I missed that weekly sing song so if we ‘winter at home’ again next year I’ll try to tee up with someone and arrange a lift. No chance this year – locals close to me were either away or crook Our ‘flu season is still going strong, thousands have been struck down with several unusually young ‘healthy’ deaths. So I’m not sure if it was due to our ‘flu jabs or good luck the virus didn’t strike either of us.
A trip to the cinema last week to see Victoria and Abdul meant we were finally able to use the balance left on a gift card from last Christmas – the cinema at Chirnside Park has lots of little theatrettes so we thought it might be fun to mix and match…..two visits in the standard but very comfortable $10 seats and two in the more upmarket recliner $15 ones 😊
The Golfer decided on American Made & Dunkirk – La La Land along with Victoria and Abdul were my choices. So many ‘fabulous’ reviews for V & A and I’m probably in the minority here but it was a bit so so for me. A truish story line, beautifully set and wittily acted but it didn’t seem quite right.
Honestly this change in seasons seems to have filled one of my friends with a sense of the ridiculous – she had me in a fit of giggles as she entertained me at lunch the other day.
Some of our supermarkets are having facelifts and installing these carousels to hold the plastic bags. As one bag is filled the cashier gives it a turn and starts to fill the next one, after a few turns the bags reach the customer who then lifts them off and puts them in their trolley. It appears the young cashier didn’t quite see the funny side when B asked if she could have a ride on the roundabout. B is well into her 80s and not quite the slimmest of people!!
And then when she returned from visiting the “ladies’ she asked me how long there’s been a gents urinal over the lavatory pan. With no idea what she meant I had to go and have a look. The café had installed one of those water saving sets – a new special hand basin over the cistern unit. Push the button to flush and the water comes out of the tap draining into the cistern – there’s no plug and it’s a regulated fill amount (same as any cistern) no need for a separate sink unit. Only drawback I could see was washing your hands with cold water and remembering to put the lid down. Wouldn’t want to lose a watch or bracelet while leaning over to get to the sink.
And I certainly seemed to be living in a dream the other day.
Put a load of washing on – came back expecting it to be finished – yes I’d put it on but didn’t close the lid (top loader) which meant it got as far as drain and spin then stopped. Safety feature – doesn’t spin with the lid up. Senior moment all right 😊
Didn’t help I’d been up to our local supermarket (one without the wiz bang plastic bag carousels) and as the young lad who was serving filled each bag he actually placed them straight into my trolley. Now that’s never happened before – they get usually filled and put on the shelf beside the till for you to pick up.
When I said Thank You he replied – “I thought you looked rather weary today so decided you’d be my ‘good turn for the day'” I wasn’t sure if I should be pleased or upset – he really did do me a good turn but did I really look that tired and weary??
So how are you all?
Have you been merrily rowing down the stream of life?
What are you dreaming about today?
This little ‘colour’ photo was tucked into an old envelope amongst some things my mother gave me after my father died. ‘You have it, she said. Don’t know why he brought it home. It was the cause of a few ‘fights’ over the years’.
‘What do you see’, she asked me.
‘Looks like a very young Dad posing for the camera with a girl dressed in a Hawaiian grass skirt’, I replied.
‘I see a man with a secret’, was what she said.
It seems Dad spent some time in Hawaii during WW2 and this photo came home with him. Mum found it, confronted him and he laughed and shrugged his shoulders. ‘Nothing in it, he said. All good harmless fun. She sang, she danced and entertained us’ – us being lots of young men away from home, fighting for their lives and the lives of their loved ones.
Unfortunately my mother being my mother wouldn’t let it end there. And over the years made reference to the photo – which for some reason Dad kept in his wallet. No one knows why. He’d take it out (just to annoy her, she said) look at it, then put it away.
Now the photo would have to have been taken mid 1940s and Dad died in 1990. A long time for a bit of teasing to carry on. If it was teasing 😊
I often wonder what it was that Dad didn’t want to (or maybe couldn’t) share with Mum.
Are there any ‘secrets’ you keep or have kept from your ‘loved ones’ ?
Ones that you are willing to share.
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Wish ~ desire or hope for something to happen.
If wishes were fishes we’d all swim in riches!
A winter wish from a few years ago!
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These two photos taken in the early 1950s came to light the other day and a whole lot of emotions bubbled up to surface – some good some not so good.
Plus the word Wish….
I would have been about 9 in the first one – it was a happy day. My grandad from Belfast had come over on the boat to visit us in England and an uncle plus his family were there also. I had on a new dress and remember wishing I could wear it every day and that grandad didn’t have to go back home.
As we were growing up there were times when my sister would wish she didn’t have to wear ‘cast offs’ with turned up hems. She would never accept the fact that as much as she wished otherwise it wasn’t my fault I was growing out of clothes, she was growing as well, money didn’t grow on trees and she was next in line – as you can see in the second one.
You never get anything by wishing, my mother was fond of saying. Hard work and determination is what’s needed!,
That was my mother, wearied from the war years, the one I wished would love me more than the sister she gave my clothes to. If she loved me, she wouldn’t have got angry and cut (chopped) my hair off with her big scissors. I remember squealing and shouting as she brushed it one morning, trying to untangle the knots before it was plaited for school, all the time saying to me ‘I wish you would be quiet and stand still’ Oh how I wished I’d done as I was told that day – my mother was no hairdresser and I went to school that morning looking a bit – odd 😊
It’s strange that all these years later I’m reflecting on this and wishing things had turned out differently – my mother and I never got on, my sister continued to get my ‘cast offs, I never grew my hair long, grandad went away back across the Irish Sea and I only got to see him 3 more times.
Oh, but listen to this, my sister still wears ‘cast offs’ – chosen very carefully with a good eye for what will suit her – from charity shops.
And….. the beach with a hammock turned up on Green Island Qld back in 2009……..still looking for the winning lotto ticket though 😊
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Years ago back in the 1950s (when I was very very young 😊) there was a show on BBC tv called ‘Animal Vegetable Mineral’ where experts would give one of those names to various articles presented to them. Most of it went over my head but I do remember they didnt always agree on the classification.
Our Sandwich Maker went on the blink, well it was more a case of the teflon coating wearing off and things sticking to the cross beam that cuts the bread. Because there are so many things out in our garage that have been upgraded one of us said ‘if we get another one we won’t need this one and even though it still works it’s going in the bin’ (Not me!) Down at the Good G’s place one of us made the decision to buy a model that didn’t cut but just marked the toasted sandwich so we could leave it as a whole slice or cut in half as we wanted (Not me!) Discovering that no matter how much butter is put on the outside of the bread it comes out dry, over cooked and ‘flattened’ with an undercooked filling did not go well with one of us ( that’d be me) Consequently it looks like we need to experiment’ with cooking time!
* Surprised Annoyed Or Disappointed – doesn’t matter which one I choose I’m still mourning the loss of my old one that gave me nice plump toasted sandwiches cut in two!
A few years ago I discovered a ‘new to me’ author Tracy Chevalier and wrote about this find in 2013 , since then I’ve been reading and enjoying all her books and eagerly looking forward to each new release. I knew there was another being released some time this year so when my ordered copy arrived at the library the other day I was down there like a shot. Note to self – keep in mind all those little snippets you read about authors.
I vaguely remembered something I read a while ago about modern authors being involved in a project where Jane Austen’s books were being ‘rewritten‘ – and it seems something similar is in progress at the moment using Shakespeare’s works. Tracy Chevalier’s latest release is her take on Othello – a thin book of only 188 pages about a play I didn’t study at school or have any real knowledge about the storyline.
* Surprised Annoyed or Disappointed – makes no difference because I’ll still read the book even though I would have loved it to be a ‘real’ make believe novel.
Do you remember Doug 2, the big teddy I was/I am making for the Gt Grandson – well I mentioned it to his mum when they were here and how I hoped he’d love it. I knew all about her recent problems but didn’t expect her reply. ‘Grandma, he’s not really into soft toys and I don’t have anywhere to put it. Might be better to give it on his second birthday’ I just smiled and said OK.
* Surprised Annoyed or Disappointed – no matter what, Doug will be made. Perhaps a little more leisurely because there’ll be more time to do so; more time to think about the little lad who will receive it. Much more love put into it 😊😊
Well, it’s Monday, can’t sit around musing all morning.
Bed to be made, dishes to be done, washing put on Oh heck I lie, I’m going to have a lazy day reading a new book with possibly a nice cheese and ham toasted sandwich for lunch and maybe do a bit more sewing on Doug this afternoon. His head needs fixing so he can think more easily 😊😊
How’s ‘your‘ Monday going?
Are you reflecting on anything that happened recently?
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I’ve a feeling this is going to be another of my ‘hodgepodge’ posts where I know what I’m trying to say but can’t find the right words to describe it.
Before I married The Golfer we joked about things we’d do as a married couple and laughed at the things we felt we shouldn’t be doing. When I said in all seriousness ‘I won’t be ironing shirts’ he just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. It didn’t seem to bother him, he was in the air force and used to doing his own ironing. If the truth be told I was a bit worried about not doing it correctly – I’d never had to iron a man’s shirt before and as he’d mentioned in passing how his mother had never seemed to iron the collars properly I decided (rightly or wrongly) it wasn’t going to be my responsibility.
Anyway circumstances had it that for all of his working life (in several professions) he wore a clean business type shirt each day and except for the odd occasion when he was extremely busy I laundered and he would iron them. Much much more professionally than I ever did – no questions asked 😊
I saw a tv programme only just a few years ago – one of those where young couples openly air their grievances while discussing problems within their marriages. One newly wed young man complained his wife refused to wash and iron his shirts! Her explanation was ‘I don’t wear them so why should I wash and iron them. He’s big enough to do them himself. It’s not my fault his mother did them before we married.’ For the life of me I cannot remember what advice was given to the young couple on how to settle their differences.
These days when the mood takes me I watch a supposedly serious but quite funny dating show on SBS called ‘If You Are the One’. Made in China with subtitles it involves 24 women ‘interviewing and interrogating’ men in the hope of finding a Mr Right. Some of the questions seem quite strange but there’s usually a reason behind them.
One young girl asked if the young man ‘would wash her undies’. ‘If I had to I suppose, he said. They’d go in the machine with everything else’ ‘And, she said, would I have to do your washing, your shirts and other things’ ‘Well if you were busy I suppose I could do them myself’
After a little digging (gentle questioning) by the host, it emerged that in a previous relationship this young girl’s partner had insisted (to the point of being violent) she do all the household work including his washing and ironing as he sat around doing nothing, even though they both held jobs with status.
Yes, here it is Monday (the traditional wash day) and I’m just wondering
Why it is that even in these days of so called shared responsibilities laundry is still regarded as women’s work?
What have we done to our sons to make them think this way?
Is it too much of this?
Having daughters help in the home
Maybe not enough of this?!
And what is it about men’s shirts that causes such mixed feelings in households 😊😊
Do you have any thoughts at all on this issue?
Laundry – Shared Housekeeping – Parenting – (Family Violence)
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I’m not sure where I’m going with this post so it might come out a bit higgledy piggledy with confused thoughts going this way and that.
In one of the books I started to read last week (Missing Presumed, Susie Steiner, published in 2016) the main character aged 39 is described as ‘on the cusp of her forties’
When you first meet her this is how she’s thinking about herself
“She can feel herself gliding into that invisible phase of womanhood, alongside those pushing prams or pulling shopping wheelies. She is drawn to the wider fittings in Clarks, has begun to have knee trouble and is disturbed to find that clipping her toenails leaves her vaguely out of breath. She wonders what other indignities ageing will throw at her.”
I got a bit riled up when I read that (and I was only on page 6!) She’s supposed to be a well educated woman holding down a good job in the police force yet the author is painting a picture of a – well I don’t know what. A self doubting troubled person afraid of what she thinks are signs of ageing. I mean to say – wide feet, wonky knees and big bellies are not signs of growing older – they are found in a great number of the population. Young and Old!
Why does anyone do this – make assumptions that growing older will make us invisible to the rest of the population as well as bring with it a whole lot of troubles and woes or as in this particular author’s words ‘indignities’ ,
I’m just wondering how other readers feel – am I the only one bothered by this negative attitude to the changes that may happen, is it only older generations who object to this way of thinking, do others object to being portrayed in this way, do younger ones actually think that growing old/er will be a terrible thing to do?
I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on this issue.
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It’s Monday morning, there’s another pile of books on a table and you’d think I had nothing of importance to do because I’m sitting here, cup of coffee in hand, deep in thought, musing over which I should begin to read first 🙂
I’ve mentioned a couple of times how I’m trying to work my way alphabetically through titles and authors. So far so good – after a look around for suggestions I drafted a couple of lists of sorts on Goodreads which worked well for a while until I got sidetracked by thinking about state based books. You know, read a couple from each Australian state and territory over the 12 months and how about have them written by Australian authors. So another look around the net for inspiration and another list was born. 🙂 🙂
Of course there is a catch to all this – I don’t buy books these days so they have to be available at the library or happen to come into my hands some other way for Free!
Even with all that I’d probably have been finished if we hadn’t been away all of April – on a cruise ship. I had lots on my iPad- none of which were on my lists :(. There was also what the cruise line calls a paperback exchange but which I call a drop and swap cupboard, You read the book/s you brought along but don’t want to take home with you, You drop it off for someone else to read, You swap it for another book in the cupboard. And you leave that behind as well. I’ll admit to making some adjustments to my lists when I got home- swapped some authors names and titles to fit. Not cheating – i did actually read the books, just not the ones I’d had in mind at the beginning of the year 🙂
So how am I doing with this little challenge I’ve set myself?
Well, if I stick to my lists I have 4 titles and 9 authors whose books I have planned to read – oh and 6 state based ones as well. Of those 19 left to read 4 are on the table in front of me and my big decision of the day is :-
Which one do I pick first?
There’s going to be another division of the spare parts dept in our household opening soon.
The trial period is over and the verdict is – I’ll take one (or even two) !!
As I said I have had one on trial for the past week and discovered my neighbours to the left of us have a couple of budgies and more birds spend time in our trees and bushes than I realised. It’s amazing what a difference a little thing stuck behind your ear can make 🙂
Yes, after having the eyes renewed a couple of years ago it’s now time to bring the ears in line. No need to shout, it’s the pesky high sounds that I’m losing – a nice lady at Australian Hearing called it High Frequency Hearing Loss. She’s been monitoring this very slow decline in both ears for a few years now and suggested a trial run of a loan tailored to my requirements so I could actually
see hear the difference.
So come the New Year (because I can get a better health benefit payout) I shall be the proud new owner of two tiny little things that will mean I make less mistakes in thinking I heard something when it was actually something else that was said 🙂
How I get on with this remains to be seen because mentioning it to friends has brought forth lots of horror stories about things whistling in the dark (as well as in the ear), hearing being worse than before and ‘Uncle Joe” still not being able to hear at the pub so I’m taking them all with a grain of salt.
Over the past few years my sisters have both had new hips – several friends acquired new knees – many friends have had new stes of teeth – yet nobody has admitted to having new ears. What is about deafness (no matter have slight) that we are loathe to admit to?
How will I cope with these new appliances? I don’t know. We shall see what happens when the time comes. 🙂
How do you view ageing and the decline of body parts?
Everything old is new again – a trip to the spare parts dept!
Does it bother you or are you glad there are ‘things’ out there to lessen the burden
What thoughts are roaming round your head this Monday?
Years ago when i was a ‘teenager’ we lived in a small village in Nottinghamshire. My father was stationed at the airforce camp so I wasn’t classed as a local but via the school bus, church and youth club I did get to know some of the youngsters. Saturday was the day (because nobody went out on school nights except to the youth club on Wednesday evening) I’d meet some of them in a cafe on the High Street. Not a greasy spoon type but not posh either. It’s one deciding factor as a meeting place where my generation was concerned was that it had a juke box 🙂
Not that far from where I live now there is a nice little coffee shop. It’s a lovely place to meet with friends – there’s an assortment of seating indoors and out in the garden. Inside you’ll find little round bistro type tables and chairs, comfy couches with low tables for your food and drink ( ideal for little kids) there are wooden benches and solid tables that cater for ‘groups’ as well as along one wall there are upholstered benches with tables that suit some of the larger sized ladies because they can ‘spread out’. And because it’s at Montrose, set in the foothills of The Dandenongs there is a wood burning heater that feels so good and welcoming when it’s cold and chilly outside in the winter (or a spring that has been feeling like winter)
Now as well as coffees and teas of all shapes and sizes catering for all needs and wants they have snacky type goods (cakes pastries sandwiches) – things you can enjoy with those teas and coffees BUT their claim to fame are the handmade chocolates the little company has specialised in for years. In fact they describe their coffees shops as ‘cafe style chocolate shops’ And along with your order you are offered one of their delights – ooh yummy.
So as I said it’s a great place to meet up with friends – not so much for ladies who lunch but those who enjoy good company along with a few laughs. Manners are adhered to – small sips from the cup, small nibbles taken of food and especially no elbows on the table. 🙂
Some days we have company – more than can sit at our little table so they have to spread out onto one of the large wooden ones. Yes, we let some of the old fellas come along – they enjoy their own company, happy and relaxed talking of shared times gone by! Usually about ‘when we were young lads’ – mainly all things air force with flying thingies thrown in for good measure. They don’t always stay in the past, sometimes up to date topics arise. Aches pains pensions – oh and what’s going to win the Melbourne Cup (which will be run next week) Not sure about the manners part – look at all that slouching and elbows on the table. Some mothers would not be happy if they saw that LOL
One of my friends mentioned this ‘us and them’ look that day and said her parents would not have been happy at us (ladies) being excluded as it wasn’t like that in their day. It might have looked that way but it certainly didn’t feel that way. Oh and that group in the background isn’t me and my ladies but another lot of ‘mature age coffee drinkers’lol
That need to meet and communicate with other like company seems to be relevant no matter what age (or sex) we are.
What are you musing about on this Monday
So I’m trying to use up more of the ‘stash’ – you know, all the stuff you gather over time because it looks good and you know just what you are going to do with it. Given time to come up with an idea that is 🙂
Pretty pink wool needs a pretty pattern to show it off and Catherine has loads of pretty patterns. She also has loads of plain simple easy to knit patterns. It’s usually easy to take one of the plain simple ones and with a bit of time and multiplication meld the two together
One back knit, one front knit and one sleeve – which for some reason I decide to sew together -my reasoning being it will enable me to get a better idea of the sizing because when you are playing around some times what the book says, what you actually do and then what actually happens can be very different things.
With several things on the go at one time I chose to work on something else over the weekend and come back to the pretty pink baby cardigan this morning. Just one problem, I did a bit of a clear up and the whereabouts of the piece of paper with all my calculations on is nowhere to be found
Note I said piece of paper and not the exercise book I usually use for this sort of thing.
It is not the easiest thing in the world to count stitches on lacy patterns especially when they are joined together so after much
cursing and swearing muttering, out cames the fine scissors and I set to work to take the pieces apart.
Patience is a virtue – one I obviously don’t have – especially when it comes to locating the wool used to sew seams together; made worse by the fact some seams joined pieces with holes near the edge.
Result – yes you guessed correctly. Catherine ‘snipped/cut’ the wrong strand and had holes where there weren’t supposed to be holes.
Now to count cast ons, rework the pretty pattern of one front, then get on and knit the other front and sleeve. Oh and write my ‘workings out’ in my notebook – and perhaps next time (if there is a next time) add another stitch to each end to provide a wider selvedge.
I’m thinking that to save me all this hassle from now on I’m going to jot those figures and thoughts down in my iPad notes as well as my handwritten notebook.
What do you think? Double or nothing sound like the way to go?
I’m fascinated by this video which is doing the rounds at the moment
I’ve seen cats use their paws to ‘steal food’ from a tin or ‘catch water’ from a tap but this is different. Pulling/dragging the bowl away from each other.
Did this come naturally or I wonder were these cats were trained to do this?
And blow me down if I didn’t find another one very similar on youtube. Must be natural behaviour
Thank you Thank you Thank you – that’s all I seemed to say last week
Thank you Deb my lovely chiropractor. Without you I would still be ‘jumping up and down’. Your handy dandy little machine works wonders putting everything back where it should be. Will try your suggestion of Turmeric tablets as a natural anti inflammatory.
Thank you Bill my lovely podiatrist. Without you I would be wearing slippers to go down the street. A bit like the sciatica that struck without warning a couple of weeks ago a corn ‘grew’ again in a spot it had been excised from many months ago.
I’ve been seeing both of them for a few years now – we are like old friends and memories came flooding back when I found this very old post in the archives.
(I’ve imported it from a previous blog – my old blogspot ‘Still Waters’)
Thank you to the crew at the car dealers who service Lance 2 and keep him full of vigour and vim.
Who is Lance 2 I hear you say – read here for the answer.
They waved their magic wands doing whatever it is that car mechanics do at various times in a car’s life which means I can feel safe while I tootle round the streets, aided and abetted by smooth running Lance. It’s amazing what a grease and oil change can do -a bit like having a cut and blo*w wave I bet.
There was a definite Thank You voiced when I saw the very clean Lance that was waiting to be picked up. For many years (during that long 10 year drought) the courtesy car wash was not available but now it seems to have been reinstated. All the recent heavy rain has not been kind to the white coloured Lance – he was a bit grubby (and muddy) when I dropped him off – not so any more. Positively gleaming he is – until the rain comes back again lol
So here we are at the beginning of a new week – one where I can walk properly with pain 🙂
Also one where I have to nip down to an automobile ‘shop’ to get some ‘cut and polish’ stuff for The Golfer to have a go at the scratches left on Lance’s passenger side. I choose parking spots ‘miles away’ from others, almost in open country side (or so The Golfer says) with countless bays on either side of me. Yet someone still managed to park right next to me and open their driver’s door without looking 😦
Bye for now
There are all sorts of little sayings, quotes, and blessings (often attributed to the Irish) to be found in print and on the internet. I’m sure lots of them have been around in some form or another for many years but quite a few seem to have been recent modern versions. In fact some websites seem to come out with more and more of them each year – interesting and fun reading (true or otherwise)
This is a well known one – a traditional Irish blessing. I have never seen or heard anyone dispute its origin (unknown)
I came across one on a fellow bloggers site the other day – the words are very similar to each other except in this case they are noted as an Apache blessing.
I had never seen or heard the words before (which do have a nice pleasant feel to them) so had a little time with Mr G and found a person (well, I did actually find more than one) who actually debunked the idea of any native Indian having spoken the words at all. Seems it originated in a 1950’s movie. Wikipedia suggests the same as well.
Surprise Surprise, just by coincidence while I was searching for something unrelated yesterday I found this tucked away in a box of ‘treasures. An old touristy handkerchief highlighting that same Irish blessing, given to me by my Dad at the time we emigrated (1972). Obviously used at some time, bit of stain on it but laundered and stashed away as a keepsake. Corny or otherwise, a gift from my Irish dad, it brought a smile to my face. Will have to wash and iron it again, this time rather than toss it in the box I’ll find something else to contain it (and then pop it in the big box)
“May The Road rise up to meet you” is about God’s blessing for your journey – may your walk be an easy one – with no huge mountains to climb or obstacles to overcome.
It alludes to three images from nature – the wind, sun and rain – as pictures of God’s care and provision. The “wind” can be likened to the Spirit of God, who came as a “mighty wind” at Pentecost. The suns warmth in the prayer reminds us of the tender mercies of God, “by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven” (Luke 1:78, NIV), whilst the soft falling rain speaks of God’s provision and sustenance. Finally, we are reminded that we are held safe in God’s loving hands as we travel on our journey through life. As such this prayer is a good blessing for wedding ceremonies.
What are your thoughts on this Monday?
Many years ago after a very ‘nasty’ breakup and subsequent divorce (and with no children to complicate things) a good friend of mine moved far away from Victoria to ‘recover her sanity’ as she put it.
The minute I saw this ‘photo’ online last week I thought of her.
We lost touch with each other and by chance I met up with her a couple of years ago and couldn’t believe it was the same person. Seems that after leaving Victoria and doing a bit of travelling round NSW she found herself living in Queensland. She settled down, found a job and returned to (as she put it) a normal lifestyle – 30 years ago when she moved away all she wanted at that time was just peace and quiet, so having found employment and eventually buying another property her life was great except after a while (as she put it) she missed male company. Not for ‘you know what’ (her words) but just for being round a man?? By that time she was a youngish 45yr old.
For a long time friends kept trying the match maker game with her but she resisted all their efforts. Then she met someone (bowled me over, she said, literally in the street lol) He wined her and dined her, took her out and about and it would appear she really was smitten.
Gated communities were coming into their own up there and seemingly he lived in one – even though according to her, she never did go to his home. Seems he had a small very spartan unit in town that he kept for when he was working local which they would use now and again but more often than not he would come and spend the night at her house.
So this ‘casual’ affair went on for about 10 years, the hard luck stories had begun, starting with ‘left my wallet at home, could you pay for dinner tonight’ until it was her paying for them to go on trips together because all his cash was tied up in various ventures he had going at the time.
Oh yes you are on the right track if you are raising your eyebrows – he made suggestions about selling her place and moving in together somewhere else (but would still need to keep his little unit for times when he worked late) She finally vetoed the house sale idea but lost just about everything else by financing his ‘schemes’. She had no idea what they were because the smooth talker he was never really explained – just sign this my darling, it will be ok, we are going to reap the rewards in a couple of years. Then the investment money was handed over to him in cash.
One day he ‘disappeared’, the phone number she used to contact him had been disconnected and the unit was empty. With no idea who the landlord was she couldn’t persue him that way either. I felt such a fool, she said and there was no way I was going to the police because I thought he was doing the right thing for me by investing my money. Shame she didn’t have any of the paper work that went along with his fancy words – although by then she had her doubts about whether it was even legitimate paperwork.
Of all the people I have know over the years she (a very intelligent person) would have been one I just couldn’t have imagined being conned like that. Such a shame, she will be in her seventies now, I haven’t seen her since then and none of her other friends have either.
Sometimes we snigger when we see these seeming humourus little bits and pieces that pop up online but sadly for some there is often a smidgeon in truth to them.