Hard to believe we’ve been married 23 years! Seems like days, but forever at the same time 
Either way it’ll never be long enough. The only time I fel really relaxed and comfortable is around the wife and I’m lost when she’s not here.
Aug 092006
Aug 092006
… slaving for bread Sah… so dat every mout can be fedddd… pooor me…. etc
Damn dogs got me up at 5:00 a.m. this morning… could have killed them. Too early to get up, too late to go back. Sat working through the paid emails… only 50 or so far. Worth it? Not sure… it takes time for little reward… I’ll get around US$0.25c for them… but it builds up slowly. I have just asked for US$30 to be transferred into the online account… I’m sure I can think of something to do with it and it’s more than I’d have had if I *hadn’t* been clicking
Aug 082006
The daughter went off to school today with two bulging bags of books. All of them were books she’d borrowed from the school library and neglected to return. In fact she had so many on loan that they told her she wasn’t allowed any more until the outstanding ones were all returned.
Luckily, as a school resource, no fines are involved. Nevertheless she spent an hour last night collecting them up but even now I’m not sure she has them all
It’s a far cry from the so-called library at my school back in the 1960′s. Despite being a ‘Grammar’ school and therefore (you’d think) be one of the towns best resourced centres of learning the library was a joke.
In reality I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining. The country was only just beginning to pull itself together post-war and the explosive return to prosperity had only just begun. In fact it must be said that even the town library was a fairly sorry affair with *far* less books than the library at the daughters school.
The school library is pretty big for what it is. Until recently it was larger by far than the library at the nearest large town. It has two floors and a mezzanine filled with computers. I wish I’d had access to that sort of resource when I was at school.
Aug 072006
So the wife’s had yet another interview. Lately she seems to be the head-hunters favourite target. She follows up most of their enquiries simply because you can never tell what’s on the end of it and it’d be sad to miss an opportunity just because you’re stubborn.
As always though they weren’t willing to divulge the name of the company other than to say it’s ‘in the CBD’ and if they said what sector it was in she’d know immediately… which led us to assume it was AMP, but we’ll find out soon enough. Why AMP? She was down to ‘the last two’. a few years back when they were recruiting, but in the end they chose someone else. Since then she’s been happy in the job she eventually decided on… and they’ve had three other people in the role – serves them right I say. 
Would she go to AMP despite their ongoing problems? Well yes I suppose she would if the package was right.
Of course it in reality could be any one of a dozen large international companies with a huge workforce… it would have to be one of those, nobody else could afford her
Yet again… all we can do is wait and see… grrr….
Aug 072006
Ever wondered what a dander is or how one gets it up??
Perhaps if you know you’d like to let the rest of us know
Aug 072006
All of us over age 55 are due to receive a bowel cancer testing kit in the post next week. How you’re supposed to fill their little pot up isn’t clear right now but I suppose I’ll have to work it out…
… with a pencil maybe??
Aug 072006
For reasons I still don’t fully understand… being almost asleep… the wife’s alarm went off at 5:30 this morning and up she got to shower and get ready to go off to work. This early? I thought she’d finished having to go in early once all the redundancies she’s been handling had all gone through…. nope.
Anyway I stagger downstairs to make her sandwiches etc for lunch and let the dogs out to wake the neighbours .
It’s then I discover It was *really* cold! Was below 2 degrees centigrade when I looked at the thermometer in the car!
No idea why… ok it’s the middle of winter but I’m wearing my usual outfit, t-shirt and shorts… so it shouldn’t feel *that* cold. Then I realise I left a window open all night. Grrr….. could’ve been murdered in our beds!
That would’ve been a shame… it’s ‘Census Night’ tonight and the wife filled the forms in *last* night so they’d be ready… so if we were murdered in our beds all that work would’ve been wasted.
Aug 062006
Was talking last night to my eldest daughter – well messaging her actually, she’s in the UK so I’ve not seen her for a year or two. 
She was commenting that I’d not written anything about her which is true. In some ways she’s probably better off that way…
To confound the sociologists and reignite the nature/nurture debate, it’s really strange how alike we are despite having relatively minimal contact during a large chunk of her life. Both of us are flakey with some off the wall ideas. Both share many ‘ailments’, physical and psychological though she has at least avoided the trap I fell into and expanded physically. She’s thin as a rake… and set to live forever whilst worrying all the time about what *might* be wrong with her!
It appears she is to be the sole progenitor of our family bloodline as her brother looks dead set to avoid parenthood at all costs… which might be a good thing. She has two kids already with another beginning its squirmy path to independent life as we speak. Best of luck to her.
I’ve not seen much of the grandkids either of course, which is a real shame for me at least. Still, there is hope yet. She and her fella are considering trying to migrate. I’m not convinced he’s 100% happy about it yet, but like us, he may well find once he’s here he’ll never want to live anywhere else.
Whether they’ll get here or not is in the lap of the gods, and DIMIA, but we’re keeping the fingers crossed. We’ve really love it if they came over. Not just to get any family, but because she’s *her*.
Flakey she may be… but we all love her.
Aug 062006
Not sure what brought this to mind but a few years there used to be a family living n the street with a mother I used to call ‘the gorgon’. Not because she was hideously ugly, though I’d not have fancied her. but more because she was so far up herself she could see daylight through her nostrils!
The ‘gorgon’ nick is a diminutive of gorgonzola… that smelly Italian cheese. The permanent sneer on her face made her look to me as if she had a smear of it on her upper lip.
I’ve not identified her for obvious reasons, but I think even if I’d written her name she’d not have believed it was her
Aug 062006
Seems my son is on the move back in the UK. I’ve not got any idea where he’s gone… I hardly ever hear from him… and never at all from his wife. In fact the last time we heard from her was a curt email complaining because we’d let the wife’s cancer interfere with her wedding plans.
Not a word of sympathy for our concern or stress… just a short note telling us it would be polite to confirm we wouldn’t be going to the wedding.
I appreciate her upcoming nuptuals were causing her a little stress… but I think the total lack of empathy for someone elses life and death struggle spoke a lot for her depth of character.
What? Hold a grudge? Me? Shirley knot…… ?
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