Thank you

Thank you for allowing me to join, I shall try not to bore you all too much with my ramblings, anyway I am so busy these days that inbetween running another care home and trying to turn it around, shooting arrows and sleeping there is little time left for me to rant.

I have changed my username from one which many will remember, and some with disgust, thats cool, I have not changed one bit, I am still the same outspoken nasty b*****d I always was (or so my staff tell me, but what do they know?).

So guesses as to who I am could make for fun.

Women & cricket

I’m parking off (relaxing)  on Sunday afternoon watching the cricket and Mrs. S waltzes in and asks me if this is “still the first half”

Brilliant! Mrs. S has been to perhaps 50 cricket matches with me over the years but the analogy wasn’t “is this the first innings”

So, in the spirit of gender equality I now refer to the respective innings in one day internationals or 20twenty matches as halves, and why not?

I mentioned this to my mate Arthur today, he tells me about a Polish flatmate of his (a lady) who was introduced to cricket (via TV)  and became quite an enthusiast. Continue reading “Women & cricket”

Obama and nuclear weapons

The proliferation of nuclear weapons is probably the most serious issue facing the world, with the potential for unimaginably horrific destruction and impairment of life. An American President is making progress, despite the inevitable setbacks, in the difficult and painstaking process of trying to stop proliferation and, ultimately, rid the world of the curse of nuclear weapons altogether.

Naturally, Obama’s critics and begrudgers are silent on the matter.

How is the election affecting you??

You would think, living down here in the sticks, that I would have been pretty much left alone on this campaign.  Not so.  If anything it has gone politics mad down here.

I have had letters from all of the big parties-we don’t do UKIP down here, not offended.  They are all addressed to me personally, and are all promising the world.  As the Zero’s crowd know I have a very attractive bright orange sign in my garden, asking one to vote for the lib dem’s, who have held office down here as long as I have been alive.  It is not there through choice, but obligation.  The bloke in question helped me to get this house, something that I am eternally grateful for, and as I did nothing but hassle him for a year until I got housed back in the villiage I grew up in, he now thinks that it is fine for him use our garden for any campaign that he is running.  He won’t be getting my vote, but please don’t tell him that.

I have had locals and other’s coming around and knocking on my door asking me for my vote, it is everywhere you look and I am actually finding it quite exciting this year, for the first time ever.  I guess that this must come with age, where as before I knew which party I follow and have voted for, but I always used to be quite blahzay about the whole process and think that it didn’t really matter who got into power.

(Not that I am going to rush to watch Question Time now, that is a bit much for me, but I can take a healthy interest from the side lines.)

xxx

It’s Raining

It must be because it rains so much in the UK that we have so many words to describe the event. This morning it wasn’t the first tweet of a bird that woke me but the hammering of rain drops on corrugated roofs. I arrived in the hospital and as I stood dripping in reception waiting for the lift a student walked up and, after a moment’s hesitation while he stared at the floor and constructed the sentence in his mind, he turned to me and said “today, it is raining dogs and cats very much.” That’s the beauty of language, it doesn’t really matter if you get the grammar all messed up, the meaning generally gets through. And before you start sniggering at his mangled effort, how would you say it in Mandarin then smartarse? Or French?
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