Category: General

Summary of Life

GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:

1) No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptise cats..
2) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don’t let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. They always catch the
second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can’t trust dogs to watch your food..
6) Don’t sneeze when someone is cutting your hair..
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don’t wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts..
10) The best place to be when you’re sad is Grandma’s lap. Continue reading “The facts of life.”

Five weeks ago I was told that it was amazing that Bearsy was still alive, that he might not survive his operation and that he might not wake from the procedure.

I am quite sure that one or two medics might be less than impressed with ‘Dr’ Boadicea who has asked questions, queried decisions and made sure that whatever experts are required have been brought in ASAP. But, to be honest, I cannot fault the medical care that Bearsy has received – at the ‘working’ level it has been magnificent. Continue reading “Miracles Can Happen”

I’ve been waxing nostalgic recently. Perhaps it’s because once again I’m ready to pick up my life and move it to a new, unexplored place. Perhaps it’s also because of the frustrations felt by having a life that’s not come together quite as planned. Maybe the reason why I’m writing this is because I saw my hairline receding today, not bad, but the skin around my temples is growing a bit more exposed — that and the fact that I see more and more grey hair.

I’ve grown wistful about the things I’ve never seen. I wonder, how is it in Spain? Is it beautiful or only disappointing? How are things really in Portugal? Is it really a country where one can lose onself drinking a bica, watching the sun go down over Lisbon? Continue reading “Dreaming with a Receding Hairline. (Though I’d prefer a receding Hareline)”

So the Hay-on-Wye Literary Festival is spreading its influence to Budapest next month.

Budapest-the-Hay-Festival-heads-east-to-Hungary (DT article)

I suspect it might get some of the pretentiousness knocked out of it when it encounters the writers from the former Communist bloc countries who know what lack of freedom really is.  Anyone with time to spare can inspect the damage to the impressive parliament building caused by Russian tanks not that long ago.

It is reported today that she is “moving on”.

Having lost A Zangada and found the NSW, I wish the lady well.  Staff Sgt Olaf ‘Oz’ Schmid

and my RFC fighter-pilot grandfather are the names I think most about on Remembrance Day.

References to the former are the only comments I do not feel worthy to sign with my usual moniker.  I shall therefore sign

O Zangado

I gather it has been a grim rainy day in the UK today for most so I thought I’d tell you about Mt Baker to cheer you up.

On Saturday I was driving up the valley towards the mountains and noticed that the Sisters looked much whiter than usual.  They normally  show high rocky ridges exposed at the summit delineating the glaciers (7500′), but they were completely enveloped in snow, no ridges showing, most unusual for April!

Out of curiosity I checked the precipitation stats. Evidently we received over 21 FEET of snow up there in March ALONE.  I’ll let you know whether they ever manage to open the roads up there this summer.  I am not placing my bets in favour.

So you see that rainy day could be a deal sight worse.

Remember the old proverb. “I used to complain I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”

Happy Bank Holiday.

After watching this video I don’t know how anyone could resist passing up the opportunity to visit our dear and eternal leader’s wonderful country!

Bearsy has been moved to a ‘half-way’ re-hab ward, where there is more emphasis on therapy.

The ATO decides to audit Grandpa, Continue reading “ATO Audit”