Posts Tagged ‘fun stuff’

The village where I’m currently working is located in a very rural area surrounded by lots of small farms.

On the top of the hill, known as the mound, are the ruins of the Norman motte and bailey and a flock of sheep graze the fenced in area. On my daily walks I usually take a spin around the perimeter and collect tufts of wool from the gorse and brambles that the animals have brushed against.

I’m collecting the wool for any future projects my grandson will likely have to do at school….or maybe even at home. 💙👶🏻

I’ve cleaned, washed, bleached, softened, dried and baked the wool and now it’s ready to be packed away for future use 🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑

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Okay, so here’s the thing.  I like my hair long….I love the feel of it on my back when it gets midway down, I love to pin it up in a swirl or tie it up in a pony-tail.  But it gets heavy, and unwieldy, it gets in my eyes and messes up my photos on a windy day (you know what I mean?).   I seldom, if ever visit a hair salon, preferring instead when it gets too long to hang my head over the bath, bunch the hair together, grab a sharp scissors and hack off the inches….chip chop!  No cost, no hasstle, no worries…someone always tidies up the ends and makes it neat at the back.  I can’t see the back anyhow so no worries…

But today, the hairdresser came to do my lady’s hair…and while we were chatting, the three of us, she happened to mention that other carers have had their hair cut by this bloke and asked if I wanted mine cut too….and out of nowhere, without a 2nd thought…I said yes.

So we have gone from long


to short


and now that it’s done it feels fab.  I haven’t had my hair this short for well over 9 years…possibly more.  I do recall tho visiting a salon in Crouch End some years ago and the girl made such a mess of it, I said not again…especially as they charge a ruddy fortune to cut your hair in this city.

So now apparently I look 10 years younger and if thats the case then I am well happy….despite the grey…well I prefer to say ‘silver’ LOL.

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As mentioned before in one of my posts, my sister sends me loads of funny emails and some of them are so funny I have to share with yourselves!  I received this one today and had a good giggle…….hope you enjoy it too.  I have no idea who the author is, but if you happen to read it (and you know who you are) …..your words have been shared 🙂

This is for the over 50 generation.

I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140  characters of space.

That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation.  I am not ready to live like this.  I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library.  I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it’s red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive.  I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me.  Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time.  Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, “Re-calc-ul-ating”.  You would think that she could be nicer.  It was like she could barely tolerate me.  She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light.  Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady; at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house.  We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven’t figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me.  They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store.  You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden “Paper or Plastic?” every time I check out just knocks me for a loop.  I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused but I never remember to take them in with me.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, “Paper or Plastic?”  I just say, “Doesn’t matter to me. I am bi-sacksual.” Then it’s their turn to stare at me with a blank look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot.”

pass this on to someone of the more senior generation if you think they will appreciate it 🙂

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