A Thought


Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Come back Oliver Cromwell!

Cromwell copy

Posted in Calligraphy & Lettering, History, Just saying. . . . | 1 Comment

Some people. . . . .

bad-parkingIn Britain the blue lines mean ‘no parking here’ or ‘keep clear’. To make matters worse the car on the right did not have a disabled badge in the windscreen, yet this was a disabled parking area. There were plenty of free spaces nearby, but obviously because the disabled area was near the entrance to the shop, he/she thought it would save them time walking that bit further from the normal parking.

I wish the mother of the child had stood farther back and including the registration of the car in the photo. Although they weren’t breaking the law or the rules of the supermarket, they should have used their brains and shown a bit of consideration for others.

I wonder what the owner of the black car thought when he/she returned to find the door badly dented and scratched as the mother and a passerby struggled to get the child’s chair onto the ramp.

Posted in Brainless idiots, Unbelievable | 1 Comment


PictureI used the Coinstar machine in our local Sainsburys a few days ago with about £11 worth of 1p’s, 2p’s and 5p’s. My voucher showed £10.15 to turn Into cash or spend In store after taking their fee of £1.12. I put my bag of loose change in as I was leaving the shop with my groceries and then put the voucher in my wallet to use the next time I went shopping.

Two days later I handed the voucher to Customer Services only to be told the voucher was null and void and I couldn’t get my money. It was pointed out to me that I should have cashed It the same day I used the machine otherwise I lose my money!

On their website it says: “All our machines count your coins in seconds and give you back a voucher in return. You can then cash the voucher in at the Customer Service desk, or take it to a checkout to pay for your shopping.” It does not give a date when the voucher expires, and on the voucher itself it says quite clearly “Please redeem today at this store” which I took as a REQUEST or SUGGESTION, but not as an ORDER!

Consequently this means that I have lost all my money to Coinstar, which is quite clearly theft, legal or not! No doubt Sainsburys get a percentage of the money the machine takes. Must be a nice little earner for them and Coinstar too, I bet they’re making a mint.

Coinstar machines are just a racket. Not because their machines take nearly 10% of the change you ask them to sort, it’s because they don’t make it clear in their advertising OR on the machine. 

Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

So true!

I don’t normally copy other peoples posts, but I saw this comment by Steven Parker on Facebook and thought it was worth repeating it.


“Labour invest in infrastructure, Tories sell it off and drive up debt with excessive borrowing and corporate handouts. Labour have historically always borrowed less and paid off more of our national debt.

The Attlee Labour Government rebuilt Britain after WW2 and Nationalised the Bank of England, National Coal Board, Railways, British Leyland Motors, British Telecom, Gas and Electricity, Iron industry, Steel Industry, Inland Transport. They also implemented the “cradle to grave” policy which gave us our welfare state and NHS.

The Tories have sold these investments off : North Sea Oil and Gas, Railways, Energy production / Electricity, British Telecom, Royal Mail, Rolls Royce, BP, Jaguar, British Airways. Privatised the water industry, parts of the NHS, Prison system, Military assets, Land.

These assets and institutions used to provide us with profit that is used to reinvest in industry, improve our infrastructure and support public institutions. Now those profits go to the corporations who run them and on top of that we have to pay them subsidies to do so. While they take that profit out of our economy and funnel it through tax havens.

For instance our railway’s profits are going to the Chinese, Indian, Italian , Dutch , French and German companies that own them to support cheaper rail networks in their respective countries”. -Steven Parker.

Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

An old post updated

When I was 16 I started courting a girl, but there was no real passion in the relationship, so I decided I needed a more passionate girl with a zest for life.

The following year I dated a really passionate girl, but she was far too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened to commit suicide, so I decided to look for a girl with stability.

When I was 20 I found a really exiting young woman, and I thought I had found my forever partner, so we got married. She was great fun initially, but things turned sour after a while, but we stuck together because of the children. Unfortunately she was so smart and ambitious she divorced me and took everything I owned.

In my 50’s I met a lovely lady and we became good friends. I was with her for 11 years, the best years of my adult life. Eventually she died and I was devastated.

Now that I’m 80 I’m looking for a young woman who is unattached, rich, a nymphomaniac, has a Mercedes (or a Lamborgini, I’m not fussy) owns a pub, has a house in France, a diesel yacht moored in Cannes, and will care for me in my Autumn years and maintain my mobility scooter. Not much to ask for really.

Does anyone out there know of such a woman? If so, can you put me in touch with her as soon as possible? There would be a few quid in it for you!

Posted in Getting old, Good Old days | 2 Comments

Live here, Live now.

Quaker-star“Whatever the past was, it’s gone. You cannot change the past so you must change your attitude to the present” – Anon.

I know it’s hard to resist dwelling on the past. I am tempted at times to dwell on the past because in my younger days life seemed so difficult. I made bad decisions that affected the family and the people around me. There isn’t anything I can do now to wipe the slate clean. What I have done is to resolve never to make such bad decisions again.

After my divorce I had to move on and start a new life. I met a lovely Irish lady, Pat, and we hit it off immediately. This time I changed my outlook on life and made a conscious decision to make this relationship work by following the Quaker code of living, as she did. Life was great with Pat, and I appreciate the memories of those 11 years we spent together, being with Pat and sharing our lives together to me was the best time of my life. Unfortunately Pat died 13 years ago, and I had a hard time of coming to terms with it, but I must not hanker for those times and have moved on.

I try to see the past as a separate room from the one I live in now. I can go there, but I don’t live there anymore.

I now leave a little space for myself each day. What do I do with that time? Answer; absolutely nothing! This is a little space just for me (me-time), a breather, a time to sit still and do nothing. Just breathe. I sit there for about 15 minutes, just meditating, and not worrying, just ‘being’ while I meditate on the pleasure of being alive. Well, it’s better than the alternative!

Posted in Family, From my Paper Journals | 3 Comments

Met an Old Flame

WendyWhen in town on Monday I met an old flame hadn’t seen for many years. To my old eyes she still looked as beautiful now as she was then. Over the years I have often wished I had asked her to marry me, but at that time I was too busy living the high life with my mates. When I did decide to ask her, I found out she had recently married someone else.

She had her granddaughter with her, a very pretty teenager with impeccable manners. I suggested that we went for a coffee at Costa Lot to catch up on the events of the last lost years.

We must have sat and chatted for a good hour, both realising we had missed out being with each other in all those years. She had two disastrous marriages, both ending in divorce, and I said I had been divorced and was now living alone (hint?).

I told her about the time my ex-wife was pregnant in the first three years of married life. In those days, 1960’s, it was still the norm to have your baby at home, unless there were complications. Her time was getting very near, but we were very well prepared with the help of my mother-in-law and the mid-wife.

Then quite suddenly she went into labour early one morning, before her time. So I ran to the mother-in-laws house and told her to get round there as quickly as possible while I went to the phone box to contact the mid-wife. We lived on an estate where there was only one public phone box about 200 yards away. I got there only to discover it had been vandalised, the handset had been ripped out and the money box had been smashed open and obviously the money had gone.

By then I was getting frantic and then I remembered there was one private phone on the estate belonging to a local member of the Council. I dashed to his house and rang the bell. He opened the door after about 5 mins and I explained the situation to him and asked to use his phone. He said “Certainly not, this phone is private and will remain that way. I’m fed up with you people coming to the door asking to use it!” With that he slammed the door in my face.

So I had to run just over a mile to get to the next phone box, which was in working order luckily. I garbled out my message to the midwife and she said she would come straight away. I was out of breath, but somehow I managed to run the one and half miles back home, just in time to see the midwife pull up outside. We both rushed upstairs to the bedroom to see my wife holding my son and beaming all over her face, and saying “What kept you?”. My MIL had done a wonderful job, so all was well, I was more knackered than my wife was!

depressedWendy said what an terrible experience to go through, and then her Granddaughter piped up with “But why didn’t you use your mobile?” I was dumbfounded because she obviously thought mobiles had been around forever! Rather than try to explain I replied “Cos the battery was flat, I forget to charge it, Wendy will explain later when I’ve gone”.

phoneI did have a walkie-talkie at that time, but it was on the Amateur Radio freqencies and wouldn’t have been any use in that situation anyway.

Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments

I’m a private person

angry-manI am one of those people who like to lead an organised life. Before I even get out of bed I look in my Filofax to see what the agenda is for that day and then plan my chores around whatever appointments are in there.

For instance if the page is blank I might decide to make my weeks supply of bread and possibly a cake. Then if I have enough ingredients I prepare and cook as many individual meals as I can and freeze them for later consumption. Yesterday I made three spaghetti bolognese, and two beef hotpots, a fruit cake and two large loaves. Once I’ve got my “Cordon Bleu”** apron and chefs hat on I’m on a roll and don’t like to be interrupted.

OK, so it was fine today, I wasn’t interrupted except for two phone calls. If someone had turned up unannounced I would have been very annoyed at having to leave the cooking half finished to talk to them. I know what you are thinking. “Why doesn’t he tell them to go away and arrange to come some other time”. The trouble with that is the person concerned takes offence and I don’t see them for a while. (sometimes that’s a good thing!) Surely it’s not too much to ask people to pre-arrange a visit when they want come round, or phone first to see if I’m in and receiving visitors? That way no one feels rejected or “put out”. But my friends never do that!

I was taught by my Grandparents (who dragged me up) to never impose myself on anyone unannounced, and I never do. I always contact people beforehand to arrange a visit. It is called etiquette, or good manners; something this present generation has never heard of it seems.

So please, if ever you are passing my house, just keep going, unless I’m expecting you!

** https://www.cordonbleu.edu/london/taste-cordon-bleu-cuisine-cooking-course/en

Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments

Seen outside my local pub.


Do you think I should apply?

Posted in From my Journal archives | 2 Comments