Ever since Billie Piper appeared back in Dr Who - I've been worried about her teeth. Does anyone else have any concerns? Virtual Methodist what about you? You are indeed an avid Dr Who fan - like myself. In her initial dialogue she seemed to have developed a bit of a lisp, in fact for the first two scenes I was mesmerised. Uncle Al's attention was caught too and he looked up from his paper in surprise. It was almost as if she had an extra set of teeth in on top of her old ones. The teeth seemed to settle in though and by the final two episodes the old Rose was almost back to normal. It was a worrying time though. Perhaps the teeth got sent back through the rift before she did - there may be a later episode just starring the teeth. It's just a shame that we have to wait for a whole year before we get another series. Hamlet better be worth it.
Blood from a stone and pulling teeth are sort of the same thing Mark of Arabia - perhaps there is some learning in this....
I'm a little disappointed that none of my invitees have bothered me with any of their vast and potentially juicy problems. A problem shared is soon a headline in a tabloid - unless you share it with Auntie Di or as I now from today am known Great Auntie Di.
Thursday, 31 July 2008
PI At Work
In my capacity as a PI here in Saudi, I'm going to see if I can find out the identity of the mystery contributors on this blog. Here's what I know so far -
- Blogblag - I reckon this person is female but can't go further at this stage
- Intrigued - ditto
- Ministry of Tray Bakes - is a female from Belfast, Co. Down. Now that would point out that she's maybe from South or East Belfast.
I wish one of them would post to give me some more clues.
Just listening to Elton John's Greatest Hits album & thought the song was 'I like Girls' but after searching the internet, it's actually 'Island Girl'. That would kinda tie up more!!
Auntie Di, she's a great one, she's been emailing regularly this afternoon. If she mentions anything to do with 'it's like getting blood out of a stone', she's referring to me.
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Sweaty rain
There's nothing worse than sweaty rain. We just had our two days of summer and just as my son Sam's summer scheme were heading to Stormont Park, the heaven's opened. But it's still really warm. I headed out secure in the knowledge that I had my waterproof in my bag only to reach in my hand and pull out the empty pack-a-mac bag.
Mmm - interesting "Thought for the day" by Gareth Higgins this morning. He confessed to the fact that he is about to emigrate from Northern Ireland and was asking such questions as, "I wonder will I find myself having to sell newspapers at road junctions? Or will people shout abuse at me in the street?" I have to say I think it unlikely, Gareth. Are you not going to America to do something intellectual at a University? Maybe I'm wrong. Perhaps Virtual Methodist could help out with this. How likely is it that Gareth will find himself locked up in an Immigants detention centre in the next say 3 months? Still I took his point on attitudes to Immigrants in this country. I remember David White (our Ballymena friend who's name doesn;t reflect the colour of his skin) the Community Relations facilitator asking us all in a workshop why our daughters or Aunts who had emigrated had just gone to the country of their choice to get pregnant.
Well, my Auntie Margaret in the States is 71 and when she went she'd already got two children. Mind you. She did have another all American boy while she was there. Perhaps that was her cunning plan all the time.
Mmm - interesting "Thought for the day" by Gareth Higgins this morning. He confessed to the fact that he is about to emigrate from Northern Ireland and was asking such questions as, "I wonder will I find myself having to sell newspapers at road junctions? Or will people shout abuse at me in the street?" I have to say I think it unlikely, Gareth. Are you not going to America to do something intellectual at a University? Maybe I'm wrong. Perhaps Virtual Methodist could help out with this. How likely is it that Gareth will find himself locked up in an Immigants detention centre in the next say 3 months? Still I took his point on attitudes to Immigrants in this country. I remember David White (our Ballymena friend who's name doesn;t reflect the colour of his skin) the Community Relations facilitator asking us all in a workshop why our daughters or Aunts who had emigrated had just gone to the country of their choice to get pregnant.
Well, my Auntie Margaret in the States is 71 and when she went she'd already got two children. Mind you. She did have another all American boy while she was there. Perhaps that was her cunning plan all the time.
Sunday, 27 July 2008
Double Drivel
Having difficulty in maintaining my train of thought in my own blog, currently charting my "adventures" in Michigan, so I won't be doing too much of that here... However... I should say in a much less coded way here since those involved are not likely to be reading this, that the so-called "Mistress of Ceremonies" at the wedding I did on Friday, would better be referred to as "The Wedding Witch" or "Nuptials Nazi."
I am never... Never... NEVER... letting any such being within a million miles of ANY wedding that I am having anything to do with EVER again...
Is that clear?
Or do you think I have unresolved control issues Aunty Di?
Power Training & Potty Hosing
Yes, now that's another idea. Uncle Al is power training & like Iona marking his territory. He's the good old guy who's the man about the house, sorry outside the house. He's wanting to take over power & started in the garden. He'll surround you & you have no option to surrender.
There will be plenty of potty hosing once Iona has mastered the art, she will do so when you least expect it. The hosing starts when she moves on to No.2s!!! Like you, I've been there but it's all worthwhile in the long run.
About my pre-occupation with females hands & feet. Well, that's all I see, eyes as well but all of them have dark eyes. The checklist is as follows & I'm not jesting. I don't do it this time here but did the last time when I was in my mid 20's.
There will be plenty of potty hosing once Iona has mastered the art, she will do so when you least expect it. The hosing starts when she moves on to No.2s!!! Like you, I've been there but it's all worthwhile in the long run.
About my pre-occupation with females hands & feet. Well, that's all I see, eyes as well but all of them have dark eyes. The checklist is as follows & I'm not jesting. I don't do it this time here but did the last time when I was in my mid 20's.
- Hands - slender, shiney, false nails, manicured / painted nails & slim wrists
- Feet - slim ankles, wearing high heels, shiney, manicured / painted nails
There's also some other telltale signs with build, height, posture, walk, wearing designer sunglasses, rings & other jewellery.
Maybe, should start a competition on this blog based on the hands/feet theory. Just where I'd find Saudi girls may be the problem - Bahrain, Dubai, London likely good starting places!!
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Potting training or power hosing?
What do you think might be the wetter past-time? My beloved Husband, Uncle Al decided that a powerhosing of the drive was long overdue and headed out in his wellies leaving me in the house with a normally clever 2yr 8mth old in a pair of big girls pants for the second day.
To say that Tesco's was sold out of pants after yesterday's attempt to encourage my delightful daughter that wee wee's should be done in the potty or the toilet is an understatement. People in waders were seen with yard brushes brushing the wee out the front door in waves. She seemed interested only in sitting on the purpose-built duck seat to look good. Then she would jump of and triumphantly open the flood gates. I had of course lifted the rugs in advance, but she managed to pick the lock of the lounge door to drop her first fountain on the new carpet there. She doesn't just like to do the same wee in one place either. Today she managed to wee in the kitchen and then follow me along the hall and target the first two stairs. In fact she's obviously going for making her mark in every room in the house. So far the bathroom, shower room and downstairs toilet are the only rooms she hasn't actuallywee'd in - yep - the only ones where there is a toilet.
So Auntie Di's advice for the day is, do your potty training naked in the garden - or get a large cork. It's a lot less hassle and dryer for all concerned.
To say that Tesco's was sold out of pants after yesterday's attempt to encourage my delightful daughter that wee wee's should be done in the potty or the toilet is an understatement. People in waders were seen with yard brushes brushing the wee out the front door in waves. She seemed interested only in sitting on the purpose-built duck seat to look good. Then she would jump of and triumphantly open the flood gates. I had of course lifted the rugs in advance, but she managed to pick the lock of the lounge door to drop her first fountain on the new carpet there. She doesn't just like to do the same wee in one place either. Today she managed to wee in the kitchen and then follow me along the hall and target the first two stairs. In fact she's obviously going for making her mark in every room in the house. So far the bathroom, shower room and downstairs toilet are the only rooms she hasn't actuallywee'd in - yep - the only ones where there is a toilet.
So Auntie Di's advice for the day is, do your potty training naked in the garden - or get a large cork. It's a lot less hassle and dryer for all concerned.
Friday, 25 July 2008
Heavy Day
As I am sitting here at my desk - watching the rain (having finished a day at The Link for all you snitchers out there) gradually turning over the kebab spit downstairs and wondering what the risk assessment is for overheating - I couldn't help but remember what my mother used to say - "ner cast a clout 'til May is out"!
Well how wrong our mothers can sometimes be. May has indeed been the hottest month so far this year and, as far as I can remember for the last 7 years. So whist I was sitting sweating in my half-sleeve lightly knitted thermals - the sun was splitting the trees. There was a particularly warm May day in 2001 --mmmm I remember it well. I was lying in the window bed of the maternity unit of the Ulster Hospital with a small (not indeed 7 foot eleven) 7lb 11oz bundle of joy in a perspex box beside me sleeping peacefully (the only time he ever did for the next three years). I remember how hot it was because I was tied to the bed by a catheter and longing to escape for a shower and getting gradually closer and closer to a panic attack!
Of course if I hadn't listened to my wise old mother and removed my thermal - I'd probably have been fine - the nurse had to cut me out of it in the end.
So the moral is fellow bloggers - taken your vest off before going into hospital and preferably before May even starts.
If I can help in any way - my ear is always cocked!
Well how wrong our mothers can sometimes be. May has indeed been the hottest month so far this year and, as far as I can remember for the last 7 years. So whist I was sitting sweating in my half-sleeve lightly knitted thermals - the sun was splitting the trees. There was a particularly warm May day in 2001 --mmmm I remember it well. I was lying in the window bed of the maternity unit of the Ulster Hospital with a small (not indeed 7 foot eleven) 7lb 11oz bundle of joy in a perspex box beside me sleeping peacefully (the only time he ever did for the next three years). I remember how hot it was because I was tied to the bed by a catheter and longing to escape for a shower and getting gradually closer and closer to a panic attack!
Of course if I hadn't listened to my wise old mother and removed my thermal - I'd probably have been fine - the nurse had to cut me out of it in the end.
So the moral is fellow bloggers - taken your vest off before going into hospital and preferably before May even starts.
If I can help in any way - my ear is always cocked!
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
Witterings
Just getting into my agony aunt mode.
Please feel free to let me help you in any any I can. Do you have trouble with children, especially small ones with determined natures?? - well I have all the answers - biting, tantrums, toilet training, messey eating - I do them all. Perhaps you have trouble growing plants? My horticultural prowess is know across the Ards Peninsula? Has your spell checker seized and your having problems with your worms? - let me pick up every grammatical nuance. Does your hair grow too fast and you find it difficult to walk past a barbers shop without popping in for a quick haircut? My immac is at your disposal.
I'm waiting with a listening ear cocked longing to help. Do get in touch.
Please feel free to let me help you in any any I can. Do you have trouble with children, especially small ones with determined natures?? - well I have all the answers - biting, tantrums, toilet training, messey eating - I do them all. Perhaps you have trouble growing plants? My horticultural prowess is know across the Ards Peninsula? Has your spell checker seized and your having problems with your worms? - let me pick up every grammatical nuance. Does your hair grow too fast and you find it difficult to walk past a barbers shop without popping in for a quick haircut? My immac is at your disposal.
I'm waiting with a listening ear cocked longing to help. Do get in touch.
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Hello world!
I decided this blogging lark was good fun, so I thought I just might set up my own for a laugh - maybe do some serious and some not so serious posts. You might be interested and you might not, whatever, feel free to join in and publish comments.
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