I used to ’employ’ a house painter who was excellent at his craft. He was not, however, the greatest conversationalist in the world – but then he wasn’t hired to chat – his forte was painting and decorating. After each completed job, he would leave me with the sincere invitation to call him if I ever needed to be ‘touched up'(!) This, for your information, would occur roughly every eighteen months or so when he would be asked to return – because his work was outstanding. Continue reading
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Just Letting off Steam…
Is there anyone of my generation out there who can honestly say that the’ve never smoked or at least had ‘a wee fly puff’ without their mammy knowing?My father was a heavy smoker – ‘Capstan Full Strength’ or ‘Players’ or ‘Anybody’s’ if he had run out! Continue reading
Smooth Moves…
The morning got off to a very promising start. I was able to spring out of bed (that’s in MY mind) without an ‘AaaYAHHH!’ to be heard. Straight into the shower I went with a ‘hey nonny no’ and a ‘tra, la, la’ and just in case you are envisioning some overcrowding therein, I should perhaps just have said that I was singing. I must explain something here. I sing a lot – no matter how stressed. I can always drag up an appropriate lyric and tune to fit the mood. So, two or three songs later, I am drying off to ‘While Shepherds Washed their Socks by Night’ and rejoicing in the fact that I was actually reaching all the way down to my feet (with nary a twinge) when it dawned upon me that I had no moisturiser with which to anoint (or iron out) the body. Continue reading
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