Monthly Archives: June 2019
Short and sweet this week! Off to London this afternoon to see the second of the two Red Sox – Yankee games at the Olympic Stadium. Our dear friends Chip and Leca Boynton are with us, the weather has been marvellously co-operative, the kitchen extension is battened and felted ready for slating and we’ve even enjoyed a few meals al fresco. What a difference a few days can make. Continue reading
Part of my job as a 911 dispatcher is to interrogate callers who are in various states of panic so I can send the appropriate emergency equipment.
One day a woman called to say that a family member had fallen and needed to go to a hospital. After finding out where she lived and assuring her that the paramedics would arrive shortly, I asked her, “Do you know what caused the fall?”
“No,” the woman nervously replied. “What?” Continue reading
Quite a productive week in a couple of key areas even though the weather has continued to be less than magnificent. Longest day of the year yesterday so it’s all downhill from here.
Our Supply Clerk at the factory where I work, discovered a box that was left on the loading dock with this warning printed on it: DANGER DO NOT TOUCH!
Management was called and all employees were told to stay clear of the box until it could be analysed.
When the foreman arrived, he donned gloves and safety glasses, and then, very carefully opened the box. Inside were 250 signs that read: DANGER! DO NOT TOUCH! Continue reading
What a miserable, miserable, miserable rainy week. The rain started almost the moment we walked through the door on our return from St Ives last week and I don’t think it’s relented for more than about ten minutes since. It is wet, wet, wet! Continue reading
In the British documentary 56 Up, a man shared that he had earned a law degree at Oxford. Then, in his thick English accent, he proudly proclaimed that he was now a “barrister.”
My 13-year-old daughter wasn’t impressed. “So,” she said, “he spent all that effort getting an Oxford law degree, and now he works at Starbucks?” Continue reading
Welcome back after a couple of outstanding days in St Ives, Cornwall. We absorbed lots of culture, enjoyed some magnificent sights, walked a bit and ate a lot – what more could anyone want from a short holiday break? Continue reading
Tommy had reached school age. His mother managed with a blast of propaganda to make him enthusiastic about the idea.
She bought him lots of new clothes, told him of the new friends he’d meet, and so on.
When the first day came, Tommy eagerly went off and came back home with a lot of glowing reports about school.
The next morning when his mother woke him up, he asked, “What for?” She told him it was time to get ready for school.
“What?” he asked. “Again?” Continue reading
It’s been another busy, busy week. What are the chances of that? We’ve provided some guest accommodation for an old college friend of Penelope’s, we celebrated not one, not two but three birthdays – all on the same day! Great progress has been made on the garden and the building and all this when the weather has been mixed. My goodness, what could we achieve with an uninterrupted spell of good weather? Continue reading
There exists a widespread myth that humans should learn about sex from their parents. My relationship with my father nearly ended when he tried to teach me how to drive. I can’t imagine our relationship having survived his instructing me how to have sex. Continue reading