Author: Boadicea

Other People’s Babies

Yesterday I visited my brother and his family. He has since last year become a grandfather and his grandson was there.

Nice little chap, about ten months old, and generally quite smiley. I did the ‘normal’ sort of stuff – you know: ‘doesn’t he look like xxx’, and waved and smiled… and carried on with the conversation.

Then he started to moan and wail. At that point the procedure of ‘pass the parcel’, or in this case, ‘pass the baby’ began and it was suggested that I might like to try to ‘quieten’ him. All I wanted to do was to escape into the garden to admire the gooseberry bush,  the flowers – well just about anything to escape the noise. I had to explain, as I do so often, that I really do not like picking up and cuddling other people’s babies at all. I’ve tried to do it to be polite, but it’s fairly obvious that I’m not comfortable, so long ago I decided to be honest and up front. Bring them along when they are walking and talking, but even then do not expect me to go ‘dewy-eyed’ and cuddle them…

Hazards of Internet Booking

As some people may know I’m a fan of Singapore Airlines. We all know that such businesses are run on the principles of ‘bums on seats’, but despite always travelling cattle-class I’ve never felt like just another ‘bum on a seat’ or cattle either.

Last year I had to make a trip to the UK in a hurry. I booked on-line (first time ever) and was in the UK within 36 hours of getting the ‘help phone call’. I needed to change my return date, and found to my horror that I’d booked a three month ticket – it cost a fair bit of money and aggravations to change my arrangemnets. Continue reading “Hazards of Internet Booking”

The World is Not So Bad…

I wrote some eight hours ago that I’d be back on this site in a few hours. I was hoping to post another of my quizzes, or perhaps write a post about the hazards of booking flights on the internet.

Howver…

I caught my train from Brighton at 1.49, and settled down to read my book. As is usual, I was so engrossed that I almost missed my station and jumped off at East Croydon, caught the next train to East Grinstead and stuck my nose back in my book. It was only when I got to East Grinstead that I realised that I didn’t have my handbag – money, cards, phone, tickets…

I cannot thank the young man at East Grinstead station sufficiently for his help, courtesy and, most important for me, his humour. I really appreciate people who can make me see the funny side of myself.

My bag had been found, and handed in … my faith in human nature has been confirmed today.

Who Am I -M?

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Oh Dear! Boadicea has boobed badly!

I make a long list of people whose names begin with the appropriate letter and I had both Marcus Brutus and Mark Anthony on the list. I chose Marcus Brutus and, mistakenly, put up a picture of Mark Anthony…

My apologies to all – especially to OZ, who got it right first. 🙂