Hello travellers along the merry path of my mind!
Today we are going to be listening, or reading rather, a story!! Inspired by the thoughts of a good friend, it made me think about my life and here's how it goes....
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, there lived a Princess. She was no ordinary Princess as she was rude, sarcastic and obnoxious but none the less, everyone thought she was a Princess. However, despite her shortcomings, she was kind and loved the woodland creatures, in fact, any creatures and she was forever bringing them home, wherever home was. One day, when the Princess had reached the age where she could be independent, walk home on her own and get a mobile phone, should she ever need one, she decided that she would go out into the world and learn about life, how it ticks along and what actually happens in the big bad world. Now she knew that on the journey that she may meet some unsavoury creatures but that there were also kindly folk who would not want to see any harm come to her and then there were the knights, those in shining armour, who would want to grab hold of her, pull her onto their steed and wisk her away to far away lands that had limitless possibilities. She just needed to be patient and bide her time. So the Princess left the safety of her homeland and travelled far and wide, meeting many people along the way. There was one problem in this, that was that the Princess did not see herself as a Princess, not someone to be treasured and kept as a prized possession by any knight and so the problems started. Her self image was such that she saw herself as a servant girl, one who would never quite get to the point of meeting a knight, let alone being wisked away by one. So one day a knight in training comes along, and he sees the Princess and she falls in love with him and they run away to his kingdom, he lived with his family in a village a fair way away from the land of the Princess and for many years, life was good. But the Princess was struggling with the trainee knight. He saw her as a prized possession and very soon became obsessive over her and she felt like a caged bird, let out only to see the sun when he was near. Soon this became too much for the Princess and she longed to fly free and far away from the trainee knight - she soon learnt that the love that she once had for him was replaced by a feeling of possession, and she found that unbearable. Nobody should be kept in a cage and one day when he least expected it, she flew out of the cage and into the sky. She flew so high that when she looked down, she was giddy and had to rest on a branch of a nearby tree and it was at this point that she saw that the trainee knight was in a secret garden that she never knew existed with another servant girl (remember the Princess was not under the impression that she was a Princess at all!) This was too much for the Princess to take and she flew and flew, her heart breaking with each flap of her wings until she arrived back into her kingdon, where another knight was waiting to catch her as she fell exhausted and battered from the flight. She was tired and the strain of her escape had bruised her so the knight had to nurse her back to health and he kept her in his kingdom until she was healthy again. It took some time but soon the Princess, no longer a bird but a Princess again, still under the impression that she looked more like a servant girl, was happy and she lived alongside her new knight, safe in the knowledge that she could be independent as she was no longer in a cage. What she didn't realise was the cunning knight knew that cages were too obvious a trap to use and so one night he had placed a slight sliver chain around her ankle. She was bound to him from that day on but never realised, she had enough chain to move around as free as she wished but she was bound all the same, she just never knew till later. One day, whilst out with her knight, a wolf in sheep's clothing came along. He decided that the chain was not an issue and wanted to take the Princess for his own - and he tried that very night. The Princess was so upset and detested the wolf for his trickery and called to her knight to save her but her cries were left unanswered. She was alone and yet bound to him and from that day, her life spiralled out of control. The wolf lived to see another day and the Princess had to see the wolf, whilst the knight was protected from him. All the Princess had to protect her from the wolf was her integrity, honesty and humanity but it was being stolen from her daily by the wolf and a pack of them had started to move into the kingdom. The Princess was distraught and one day she took the decision to cut the silver chain that she had found and run as fast as she could from the kingdom and so she did. She ran and she ran until her feet hurt and her legs could carry her no more. There was a white knight who was riding the other way and he saw her running and followed, he saw her fall and he stopped and picked her up, put her on his horse and he carried her for a while. All the time that he was carrying her, he looked out for her and in time she grew to love him and his caring ways. But there was an underlying problem that the Princess had, in that she couldn't trust anybody - she had been let down so many times and been prayed upon by the wolves so she built herself a tower and when it was big and strong, she entered the tower and closed the door. She climbed to the top of the tower where there was a solitary window and she sat there, talking from way up high, down to the white kinght. She was safe in the knowledge that whilst she was in the tower on her own, nobody could hurt her and she could see the white knight below, making sure no foes could enter. Years passed and the white knight and the Princess slowly stopped loving each other as they used to and became the best of friends and towards the end of the Princess's self inflicted incarceration in her self made tower, they gradually stopped talking to each other and became strangers. The Princess decided that the tower had protected her for long enough and she slowly began to dismantle it, brick by brick until it stood at half the height she had originally constructed it at. She decided that it should remain at half height and was to be there should she ever need its protection again and as she left the protection of the tower she spoke to the white knight, who said that he was to leave for another kingdom. She bid him farewell and wished him luck, waved him goodbye and turned in the other direction. She walked along the path into the forest where she had never been before and found that she was not scared, although it was dark and sometimes cold. As she walked along she met kindly folk who walked with her, and knights who wanted to wisk her away to their kingdoms but she was wary - she looked into her mirror and all she saw was a lonely servant girl staring back - not a Princess. One day a knight came along whom the Princess knew from when she was younger and she spoke to him of times that had passed. She was surprised when he called her a Princess and again looked at her reflection in the mirror but still the servant girl stared back at her. She told the knight that she was waiting for her Prince Charming to come along and he said that she was really waiting for her knight in shining armour and she thought about this and decided that he was right, she was waiting for her knight in shining armour, however how was a servant girl supposed to get a knight to notice her. The knight said that she was wrong and that she was a Princess but that he was not and had never been worthy and that baffled the Princess because she felt that she was not worthy of the knight. So the Princess decided that until she meets her knight who will wisk her away, every night she will sleep with a pea under her mattress - and she has ever since. The pea is uncomfortable but it helps to keep her grounded and is a memory of her battles that she has fought and either won or lost. It reminds her of who she is and where she has come from. She still sees herself as a servant girl and probably always will, not the Princess that so many have declared her to be. She sleeps with the pea in the hopes that someday soon, her knight will come and rescue her, take her into his arms and never let her go. She wants to be free and allowed to live her days in the open air, not caged, shackled or locked in a tower. And one day, hopefully, he will come and it will be the knight that she dreams of, and he will understand that he has always been worthy of her attention and that she won't give up on him and will not shackle him or keep him caged. Then and only then can she stopsleeping on the pea. She just wants to ride into the sunset and live happily ever after - in denim :)
To be continued..........hopefully x
Sunday, 26 December 2010
Saturday, 13 November 2010
Single = Freedom
Hey ho travelling chums!!!
Reality hit home today - Single = Freedom. A strange concept to get used to after 13 years being in one relationship or another! Since becoming a batchelorette - that is my new title, I have found that I sleep less, through choice mainly although insomnia still knocks on my bedroom door on the odd occasion and stays for a week long holiday! I have been blessing the wisdom I showed when I stood up to the lady in the Vodafone shop (other moblie phone providers are available) and stated that I wanted an i-Phone and that the contract that I wanted with 3000 texts included per month was the right package for me, she moaned and argued as my previous usage showed that even the basic package of 10 free texts per year would not have been suitable (ok, I'm embellishing that one slightly, I used to send 15 texts per year, mainly to say that I was stuck in traffic or whatever if I knew dinner was ready !) But no, I stood my ground, mainly because I wanted the phone and was too tight to pay for the blasted thing so the only way I could get it free was if I paid more each month and got a stupid amount of calls and texts included. Now Vodafone (remember other providers are available) have this great technology so that they can look at what you actually use from the last time you re-newed the contract so they were pretty much gonna give me a Nokia from the 1990s as my phone was not used that much. I however stood my ground, I am the customer - I am RIGHT! I will use the excessive amount of texts each month you stupid woman, you obviously don't know me that well and I don't care what your computer tells you- the reason I didn't text much over the last year was due to me seeing my friends face to face (blah blah blah, pinocchio had nothing on me that day, I lied for England just to get that blasted phone!) So to cut this extremely long story short, I got the contract! 2 months later I become single and my phone catches fire - not literally but it remains at a high temperature due to the usage. I have not been so popular - I nearly use my allocated texts each month and am never bored. My social life has exploded and I am having to cancel people for fear of double booking! I go out more, I do fun things and I have PLANS - many plans and you know what, its tiring but its fun. Its Freedom. The freedom to do what I want, when I want and not have to worry about pleasing somebody else or worrying that if I talk to this person it might upset somebody else. Yeah, its strange not having somebody there to give you a hug when you need one, thats probably what I miss the most, but the benefits are such that I never really thought of. I don't have to do stuff that I don't want to and if I want to act all crazy then I can. I like having friends to hang out with and although they were there befre, its different when you don't have a significant other. You get invites and calls and texts that you wouldn't have got before - I really can't explain it!
I also get to act really crazy and can say things that I wouldn't before but not really worry about the consequences. Life is easier - perhaps because I have grown as a person and learnt to stop punishing myself things that bound me in my former 'coupled' life. Now, I live for me and me alone and I have to tkae control of my life as much as I can. No regrets, no what ifs, no I should have done that but didn't because... now I start living. I live for me and I live my life as I want to, I may make some mistakes but they are mine to make. Bit like the shoulder pads, glad I kept the denim :o)
Come wander by soon - if you get bored, why not send a text? x
Reality hit home today - Single = Freedom. A strange concept to get used to after 13 years being in one relationship or another! Since becoming a batchelorette - that is my new title, I have found that I sleep less, through choice mainly although insomnia still knocks on my bedroom door on the odd occasion and stays for a week long holiday! I have been blessing the wisdom I showed when I stood up to the lady in the Vodafone shop (other moblie phone providers are available) and stated that I wanted an i-Phone and that the contract that I wanted with 3000 texts included per month was the right package for me, she moaned and argued as my previous usage showed that even the basic package of 10 free texts per year would not have been suitable (ok, I'm embellishing that one slightly, I used to send 15 texts per year, mainly to say that I was stuck in traffic or whatever if I knew dinner was ready !) But no, I stood my ground, mainly because I wanted the phone and was too tight to pay for the blasted thing so the only way I could get it free was if I paid more each month and got a stupid amount of calls and texts included. Now Vodafone (remember other providers are available) have this great technology so that they can look at what you actually use from the last time you re-newed the contract so they were pretty much gonna give me a Nokia from the 1990s as my phone was not used that much. I however stood my ground, I am the customer - I am RIGHT! I will use the excessive amount of texts each month you stupid woman, you obviously don't know me that well and I don't care what your computer tells you- the reason I didn't text much over the last year was due to me seeing my friends face to face (blah blah blah, pinocchio had nothing on me that day, I lied for England just to get that blasted phone!) So to cut this extremely long story short, I got the contract! 2 months later I become single and my phone catches fire - not literally but it remains at a high temperature due to the usage. I have not been so popular - I nearly use my allocated texts each month and am never bored. My social life has exploded and I am having to cancel people for fear of double booking! I go out more, I do fun things and I have PLANS - many plans and you know what, its tiring but its fun. Its Freedom. The freedom to do what I want, when I want and not have to worry about pleasing somebody else or worrying that if I talk to this person it might upset somebody else. Yeah, its strange not having somebody there to give you a hug when you need one, thats probably what I miss the most, but the benefits are such that I never really thought of. I don't have to do stuff that I don't want to and if I want to act all crazy then I can. I like having friends to hang out with and although they were there befre, its different when you don't have a significant other. You get invites and calls and texts that you wouldn't have got before - I really can't explain it!
I also get to act really crazy and can say things that I wouldn't before but not really worry about the consequences. Life is easier - perhaps because I have grown as a person and learnt to stop punishing myself things that bound me in my former 'coupled' life. Now, I live for me and me alone and I have to tkae control of my life as much as I can. No regrets, no what ifs, no I should have done that but didn't because... now I start living. I live for me and I live my life as I want to, I may make some mistakes but they are mine to make. Bit like the shoulder pads, glad I kept the denim :o)
Come wander by soon - if you get bored, why not send a text? x
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Faith and trust - is there one without the other?
Hey happy travellers! Welcome back and sorry for the blog delay - put it down to personal turmoil! Never one to be downbeat for long though - here I am back and raring to go- ok, we'll just say I'm back for now!!
I have been wallowing in the dark space in my mind recently, the part near the back of the eye-just behind the nostrils and trawling through the mental journals - doing a little spring cleaning of the memory matter - boy, it gets dusty back there! Its the place where all little nuggets of life are kept safe so that one day they can pop back up -BOO! Here I am, forget I was here?
So trawling through the dross, I come across memories of seasons past - good times, bad times and indescriminate times, things that were good, bad and ugly, days I never wanted to end and days that will be permanently etched in the grey matter like a eulogy on a headstone. The only consolation is I survived and whilst the scars slowly fade but never really heal, at least the pain becomes bearable - just!
Whilst examining the scars of a time I would rather forget but feel will be with me for my remaining years, however numerous they may or may not be, I come across the question of faith and trust. Is there one without the other? I believe not - you have to trust to have faith and you have to have faith to trust - I come to a dead end here. What happens when all your faith and trust have been shredded? Dessicated like coconut and scattered across the path of life? What can you do to remain a balanced individual, a good natured person who wants to see the best in everybody and gives all they can but never really gets anything back in return? Who can you trust? Do you trust officials - people sworn to protect but who flout their position and hide behind it - who make you feel guilty, almost the perpetrator of THEIR actions when really you are the victim of them? Who do you then put your faith in? The people who make you feel guilty for being in the wrong place at the wrong time - the blame gets pushed back on you.
So now, there is very little faith and trust left in the small place behind the nostrils, I'm trying to work on it but its quite delicate to get the balance right - forgive me if I slip, normal service should resume, just not too sure when - at least denim is still in fashion, still can't stand the shoulder pads! Oh, I cracked a smile - my wit will continue whatever!
Bring your passports next time travellers, we are going on a journey! x
I have been wallowing in the dark space in my mind recently, the part near the back of the eye-just behind the nostrils and trawling through the mental journals - doing a little spring cleaning of the memory matter - boy, it gets dusty back there! Its the place where all little nuggets of life are kept safe so that one day they can pop back up -BOO! Here I am, forget I was here?
So trawling through the dross, I come across memories of seasons past - good times, bad times and indescriminate times, things that were good, bad and ugly, days I never wanted to end and days that will be permanently etched in the grey matter like a eulogy on a headstone. The only consolation is I survived and whilst the scars slowly fade but never really heal, at least the pain becomes bearable - just!
Whilst examining the scars of a time I would rather forget but feel will be with me for my remaining years, however numerous they may or may not be, I come across the question of faith and trust. Is there one without the other? I believe not - you have to trust to have faith and you have to have faith to trust - I come to a dead end here. What happens when all your faith and trust have been shredded? Dessicated like coconut and scattered across the path of life? What can you do to remain a balanced individual, a good natured person who wants to see the best in everybody and gives all they can but never really gets anything back in return? Who can you trust? Do you trust officials - people sworn to protect but who flout their position and hide behind it - who make you feel guilty, almost the perpetrator of THEIR actions when really you are the victim of them? Who do you then put your faith in? The people who make you feel guilty for being in the wrong place at the wrong time - the blame gets pushed back on you.
So now, there is very little faith and trust left in the small place behind the nostrils, I'm trying to work on it but its quite delicate to get the balance right - forgive me if I slip, normal service should resume, just not too sure when - at least denim is still in fashion, still can't stand the shoulder pads! Oh, I cracked a smile - my wit will continue whatever!
Bring your passports next time travellers, we are going on a journey! x
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Technology on the move!!!!
Hello my chumly warners!
Sorry for the lack of travelling for a while - life appeared to catch up with me and suddenly evrything is up in the air, but now we have resumed a partial service - the engineers are looking at a fix in the future but it may take a while, anyway, I digress!
Technology, isn't it great?! It can be cheap and small and portable - I have a Netbook, Ok, there is no disk drive.....BUT.....I have apotable one which disconnects when I don't need it and so I can now blog on the move, when it takes my fancy and when I think of something important to say....well maybe not important bit I can say it when and where I want!
Also, not only do I have asmall Netbook which keeps me up to date with the great wide worls but I also have a small MiFi - a portable device, ok not so small but it does fit in a pocket, which enables me to have a WiFi connection in 98% of the country and it also works with my iPhone-I can now keep in touch with the whole wide world, check the news, watch BBC iPlayer (other internet programme catch up services are available) and do my shopping all while I'm on the bus or at myy desk at work - ok maybe only on lunchtime but its still there :) I am at last whole again :)
Whilst on the subject of technology, I would like to congratulate my number one chumly warner of warnerville for latching onto the Twitter train - what a trooper, he took one for the team!!
I hope we travel along the path less travelled soon, love the denim - not so fussed with the shoulder pads :)
Sorry for the lack of travelling for a while - life appeared to catch up with me and suddenly evrything is up in the air, but now we have resumed a partial service - the engineers are looking at a fix in the future but it may take a while, anyway, I digress!
Technology, isn't it great?! It can be cheap and small and portable - I have a Netbook, Ok, there is no disk drive.....BUT.....I have apotable one which disconnects when I don't need it and so I can now blog on the move, when it takes my fancy and when I think of something important to say....well maybe not important bit I can say it when and where I want!
Also, not only do I have asmall Netbook which keeps me up to date with the great wide worls but I also have a small MiFi - a portable device, ok not so small but it does fit in a pocket, which enables me to have a WiFi connection in 98% of the country and it also works with my iPhone-I can now keep in touch with the whole wide world, check the news, watch BBC iPlayer (other internet programme catch up services are available) and do my shopping all while I'm on the bus or at myy desk at work - ok maybe only on lunchtime but its still there :) I am at last whole again :)
Whilst on the subject of technology, I would like to congratulate my number one chumly warner of warnerville for latching onto the Twitter train - what a trooper, he took one for the team!!
I hope we travel along the path less travelled soon, love the denim - not so fussed with the shoulder pads :)
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Mental Health Issues - I don't have any, honest, it's everybody else!
Hello my cranial wanderers, nice to see you again and glad that some (my chumly Mika) have decided to dabble their tootsies in the Blogging pool!!
Now then, down to business. Mental Health Issues - yeah I know I have the box of tablets but really, I think I am the only sane person in the world! It's really not me, it is everybody else. I just have a sense of humour :)
I laughed at work the other day and those of you that know what I do, will know that sometimes laughter is really not appropriate - especially when dealing with people who are, lets say, in a wheelchair. I just sit there imagining Oompa Loompas and tiny legs kicking backwards and forwards under the desk - what really got me is when she leant on her hands and rested her head, without bending!! I cracked up! And then, I know its not PC and I know I am going to hell - hey, at least it's gonna be warm, I've booked my room already! then, I start thinking over Little Britain's Lou and Andy and I just want to scream out loud - I WANT THAT ONE! I DON'T LIKE IT!! :)
Does anybody else get those inappropriate flashes - and the more you try not to laugh, the more you have to and then your voice gets higher and higher in pitch and then you feel like you are going to pop if you dont just laugh. Happens quite a lot to me and I am my own worst enemy becasue my brain works so fast that small things seem really funny and they seem to balloon in my head. They turn into the old 'should have been there' scenarios.
Now reading back over my blog I don't think I sound that sane - funny that, that when I started typing I was and now when I nearly end I'm not - very peculiar, what does that mean?
Anyway - off to **WIBBLE** now, wander by soon - did I mention I love your jeans? Not too keen on the shoulder pads though x
Now then, down to business. Mental Health Issues - yeah I know I have the box of tablets but really, I think I am the only sane person in the world! It's really not me, it is everybody else. I just have a sense of humour :)
I laughed at work the other day and those of you that know what I do, will know that sometimes laughter is really not appropriate - especially when dealing with people who are, lets say, in a wheelchair. I just sit there imagining Oompa Loompas and tiny legs kicking backwards and forwards under the desk - what really got me is when she leant on her hands and rested her head, without bending!! I cracked up! And then, I know its not PC and I know I am going to hell - hey, at least it's gonna be warm, I've booked my room already! then, I start thinking over Little Britain's Lou and Andy and I just want to scream out loud - I WANT THAT ONE! I DON'T LIKE IT!! :)
Does anybody else get those inappropriate flashes - and the more you try not to laugh, the more you have to and then your voice gets higher and higher in pitch and then you feel like you are going to pop if you dont just laugh. Happens quite a lot to me and I am my own worst enemy becasue my brain works so fast that small things seem really funny and they seem to balloon in my head. They turn into the old 'should have been there' scenarios.
Now reading back over my blog I don't think I sound that sane - funny that, that when I started typing I was and now when I nearly end I'm not - very peculiar, what does that mean?
Anyway - off to **WIBBLE** now, wander by soon - did I mention I love your jeans? Not too keen on the shoulder pads though x
Monday, 30 August 2010
Life - and when should it end?!
Bonjour mon petit pois!!! Ca va? It's good to be back on the planet of Thanet when its sunny - bit windy but at least the sun is shining :)
Today's walk on the wild side of my cranium is to discuss the subject that everybody should have an interest in - LIFE! Why? I hear you scream at the monitors across the globe - that's right, I have a following of only three but they span the globe - USA, Doha and Thanet!! Greetings one and all! However, there are a sum of readers who decide not to follow - I was saying to Ollie earlier, I am a natural born leader, I just misplaced my flock, anyway, I digress.
Today's lesson is LIFE and when should it end?! A contentious issue I know and I am not saying my view is right, but bear with me long enough to reach the end and I guarantee that you will see where I am coming from! Euthanasia. A tool that helps assist those that are suffering to chose when to go. Now, what if the choice was already made? In my world, the one where I am the ruler of all things (long live denim, not so keen on shoulder pads) the date would be set for EVERYONE. Let it not be said that my world is not fair. Euthanasia would be set at the ripe age of 65 - that's the age I have plumped for as it is old enough for you to do everything you want to but also gets you just before true health problems set in. Please continue to read - think it through, why is there a lot of debt in this country, apart from the banks being unscrupulous with their lending habits? There is a drain on the NHS due to old people - dentists, dentures, hip replacement clinics, Nursing Homes etc - the list goes on and on. There is also a pension crisis as people are living longer - what if we could change all that?! I'm not saying this because I dislike old people (ok, maybe a little but - seriously if they have no money to pay their heating bills, why oh why do they insist on shopping at Marks and Spencer(other food retailers are available although try to avoid the people where 'Very Little Help') and buying new cars which they use once a week to get to the end of their drives so they can put the rubbish in the bin?) I mean, I know that I would love to know when my time was coming to an end. Think of all the things you put off today because you can't be bothered or will do another time. Does that time ever really come or do you sit there now, thinking I wish I had gone to that rave when I was 18 or I wish I had done a bungee jump but I'm too old now. The excuses would dry up, because you know that the day before your 65th birthday is the deadline - on your 65th, you get a slap up breakfast and away you go to the great big Cruise Line in the sky. Would you not appreciate everything all the more if you knew you only had 65 years to enjoy it? At the moment, too many people think I'm going to live forever, that's not going to happen and we should wake up and smell the coffee beans!! Life is not infinite - live it while you can. So anyway, if any politicians read this, remember I said it first!! :)
Journey again soon if we are all spared and none of you are nearing your 65th :) x
Today's walk on the wild side of my cranium is to discuss the subject that everybody should have an interest in - LIFE! Why? I hear you scream at the monitors across the globe - that's right, I have a following of only three but they span the globe - USA, Doha and Thanet!! Greetings one and all! However, there are a sum of readers who decide not to follow - I was saying to Ollie earlier, I am a natural born leader, I just misplaced my flock, anyway, I digress.
Today's lesson is LIFE and when should it end?! A contentious issue I know and I am not saying my view is right, but bear with me long enough to reach the end and I guarantee that you will see where I am coming from! Euthanasia. A tool that helps assist those that are suffering to chose when to go. Now, what if the choice was already made? In my world, the one where I am the ruler of all things (long live denim, not so keen on shoulder pads) the date would be set for EVERYONE. Let it not be said that my world is not fair. Euthanasia would be set at the ripe age of 65 - that's the age I have plumped for as it is old enough for you to do everything you want to but also gets you just before true health problems set in. Please continue to read - think it through, why is there a lot of debt in this country, apart from the banks being unscrupulous with their lending habits? There is a drain on the NHS due to old people - dentists, dentures, hip replacement clinics, Nursing Homes etc - the list goes on and on. There is also a pension crisis as people are living longer - what if we could change all that?! I'm not saying this because I dislike old people (ok, maybe a little but - seriously if they have no money to pay their heating bills, why oh why do they insist on shopping at Marks and Spencer(other food retailers are available although try to avoid the people where 'Very Little Help') and buying new cars which they use once a week to get to the end of their drives so they can put the rubbish in the bin?) I mean, I know that I would love to know when my time was coming to an end. Think of all the things you put off today because you can't be bothered or will do another time. Does that time ever really come or do you sit there now, thinking I wish I had gone to that rave when I was 18 or I wish I had done a bungee jump but I'm too old now. The excuses would dry up, because you know that the day before your 65th birthday is the deadline - on your 65th, you get a slap up breakfast and away you go to the great big Cruise Line in the sky. Would you not appreciate everything all the more if you knew you only had 65 years to enjoy it? At the moment, too many people think I'm going to live forever, that's not going to happen and we should wake up and smell the coffee beans!! Life is not infinite - live it while you can. So anyway, if any politicians read this, remember I said it first!! :)
Journey again soon if we are all spared and none of you are nearing your 65th :) x
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Very Little Help
Hello my companions! How are we all today? Well I am disgruntled in a VERY big way...thanks to the Supermarket which likes to boast that 'Every Little Helps'....yeah, right!! Everything apart from your staff that is! And relax!
Today, for a treat (well it was supposed to be anyway!) Ollietook me out for breakast, I was not having a happy day and this was to cheer me up. Anyway, we trundle to Sainsburys and there were no staff to serve so we decide to pop over to Tesco to get some grub, the breakfasts are normally ok so thought nothing of it. We get to the canteen - I am calling it a canteen as restaurant really doesn't stand up to any scrutiny - its barely a canteen really. So we queue in time honoured Brit fashion and peruse the menu....8 items for £4 but you get a free bottle of Tropicana Orange Juice (other varieties are available) so we plump for that - a dirty huge fried brekkie but at least I get 2 of my 5 a day (one in the OJ and one in the mushrooms, possibly 3 if you count the beans but I'm not sure if they are acceptable in the 5 a day scheme, anyway I digress) So we decide that this is the option of choice and then we wait, they have run out of Hash Browns. Now, I'm sorry, but for a fried brekkie, there are normally 3 things that are popular - especially if you are not the one cooking it! Eggs, Bacon and Hash Browns. I'm not sure if this only happens because the staff are getting paid minimum wage or whether its because the scramble egg has more common sense than the server, but they always wait until there is one Hash Brown, Egg or piece of Bacon is left until they decide to tell the Chef(?!) to cook some more. And then the queue gets longer because, guess what? Everybody wants the item thats run out! Twice I have eaten at Tesco and twice, this has occurred - its not quantum mechanics really is it, as soon as you have half left, get them to cook more! Anyway, so we wait. This time though, they had bread for toast. The first time, the bread had run out. Again not meaning to be pedantic, but isn't Tesco one of the biggest Supermarket chains in th UK? I have never seen Tesco run out of bread. Could staff member have run to the shelf to pluck one or maybe even two loaves off to make a slice of toast or two for the paying customers.....fat chance, there's more likelyhood that I'll have a Christmas number one! At least there was toast today, however there was no OJ as advertised, Ollie says to staff member 'Can I have the orange juice with the breakfast?' Staff says 'Its in the fridge isn't it?' Well bugger me, I didn't think of looking there, I only checked the hot plate - seriously, where else would you keep orange juice? So we explain there is none there, can he go and get some? Huff and Puff and Tesco falls down - if looks could kill?! He trudges off and returns with 2 bottles of OJ and hands them over. That's right, common sense died last night! I would have thought, had I been paid peanuts to work behind the counter, that if there was none left on display and we were advertising it with the 8 item breakfast that everybody is buying that maybe 2 bottles may not have been enough. Again - its not higher maths! We leave it at that, we are ok, pull the ladder up - he will learn in time after the 50th trip to get OJ! So we pay and walk over to the cutlery container. It wasn't really that busy but they must have had a rush earlier because there was one fork left - Ollie and I were about to battle over it but I decided that maybe I should ask another member of staff for assistance, after all she was getting paid 2 bags of 'dry roasted' to serve the public. If looks could mame, I would have a screwdriver (no forks were available at the time) sticking out of my temple! She then trudged off and guess what, thats right, came back with 5 forks. I looked at the queue after taking my weapon of choice and I could see 6 people alone in the queue let alone the other 7 who had just walked in - hmm, I know I only got a B at GCSE maths but even I could tell that 13 into 3 (I took 2 forks when she brought them out, they looked freshly washed or licked!) was not going to go. After all this, the brekkie was luke warm and really not that great. I have therefore decided to change the Supermarket slogan of 'Every Little Helps' to 'Very Little Help' - do you think its a selling point? I may have to copyright it before they find out.
See you for a trundle soon x
Today, for a treat (well it was supposed to be anyway!) Ollietook me out for breakast, I was not having a happy day and this was to cheer me up. Anyway, we trundle to Sainsburys and there were no staff to serve so we decide to pop over to Tesco to get some grub, the breakfasts are normally ok so thought nothing of it. We get to the canteen - I am calling it a canteen as restaurant really doesn't stand up to any scrutiny - its barely a canteen really. So we queue in time honoured Brit fashion and peruse the menu....8 items for £4 but you get a free bottle of Tropicana Orange Juice (other varieties are available) so we plump for that - a dirty huge fried brekkie but at least I get 2 of my 5 a day (one in the OJ and one in the mushrooms, possibly 3 if you count the beans but I'm not sure if they are acceptable in the 5 a day scheme, anyway I digress) So we decide that this is the option of choice and then we wait, they have run out of Hash Browns. Now, I'm sorry, but for a fried brekkie, there are normally 3 things that are popular - especially if you are not the one cooking it! Eggs, Bacon and Hash Browns. I'm not sure if this only happens because the staff are getting paid minimum wage or whether its because the scramble egg has more common sense than the server, but they always wait until there is one Hash Brown, Egg or piece of Bacon is left until they decide to tell the Chef(?!) to cook some more. And then the queue gets longer because, guess what? Everybody wants the item thats run out! Twice I have eaten at Tesco and twice, this has occurred - its not quantum mechanics really is it, as soon as you have half left, get them to cook more! Anyway, so we wait. This time though, they had bread for toast. The first time, the bread had run out. Again not meaning to be pedantic, but isn't Tesco one of the biggest Supermarket chains in th UK? I have never seen Tesco run out of bread. Could staff member have run to the shelf to pluck one or maybe even two loaves off to make a slice of toast or two for the paying customers.....fat chance, there's more likelyhood that I'll have a Christmas number one! At least there was toast today, however there was no OJ as advertised, Ollie says to staff member 'Can I have the orange juice with the breakfast?' Staff says 'Its in the fridge isn't it?' Well bugger me, I didn't think of looking there, I only checked the hot plate - seriously, where else would you keep orange juice? So we explain there is none there, can he go and get some? Huff and Puff and Tesco falls down - if looks could kill?! He trudges off and returns with 2 bottles of OJ and hands them over. That's right, common sense died last night! I would have thought, had I been paid peanuts to work behind the counter, that if there was none left on display and we were advertising it with the 8 item breakfast that everybody is buying that maybe 2 bottles may not have been enough. Again - its not higher maths! We leave it at that, we are ok, pull the ladder up - he will learn in time after the 50th trip to get OJ! So we pay and walk over to the cutlery container. It wasn't really that busy but they must have had a rush earlier because there was one fork left - Ollie and I were about to battle over it but I decided that maybe I should ask another member of staff for assistance, after all she was getting paid 2 bags of 'dry roasted' to serve the public. If looks could mame, I would have a screwdriver (no forks were available at the time) sticking out of my temple! She then trudged off and guess what, thats right, came back with 5 forks. I looked at the queue after taking my weapon of choice and I could see 6 people alone in the queue let alone the other 7 who had just walked in - hmm, I know I only got a B at GCSE maths but even I could tell that 13 into 3 (I took 2 forks when she brought them out, they looked freshly washed or licked!) was not going to go. After all this, the brekkie was luke warm and really not that great. I have therefore decided to change the Supermarket slogan of 'Every Little Helps' to 'Very Little Help' - do you think its a selling point? I may have to copyright it before they find out.
See you for a trundle soon x
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