I have stated in a recent posting that I attended Andre Rieu's concert in Adelaide last week. I took my non digital camera with me, but left it in my new friend's car. We were unable to retrieve it when we went over for the concert, as we traveled on hired buses, and there was no time.
I was kicking myself, as I thought I would not be able to take any pictures. However, after intermission, I remembered my mobile phone has a camera in it. Saved by the bell, or so I thought.
I was only able to take a few pics and then it said my memory was full.
I thought it would be a 'snap' to download them onto my computer hard drive. Therein lies the dilemma. Firstly, I do not have a USB cable for the phone. Secondly, there is no memory chip either. When I went to the electrical shop this morning to see about purchasing a USB cable, I was informed that I could not retrieve my pics at all. The only way to empty the memory, is to delete the pics.
As you can imagine, dear reader, I was not impressed! As I said to the young man in the shop, "What a useless invention. Fancy making a phone with a camera in it that you can't download pictures from to keep them." He heartily agreed, and said there are camera phones now that have rectified the problem.This of course is cold comfort to me.
My friend is going to see if she can retrieve them somehow, as she has the same carrier, and is going to swap the SIM cards over and see if that works.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
'Hot' Porridge.
Last Thursday morning, my daughter came and tidied my pantry for me. I had recently received my Christmas food hampers, and needed the pantry seen to and old stock disposed of. While she was doing this, I cleaned the top of the wall oven cupboard, which meant the herbs and spices were rearranged.
One of the hampers I bought contained an electric pancake maker. I used it for the first time last night. I put caster sugar and cinnamon on my pancakes. I left the cinnamon on the bench, instead of putting it back on the oven cupboard.
This morning when I arose and went into the kitchen, The Man About The House was in the process of making his porridge, and said to me, "The first lot was no good as I put that chilli powder on instead of the cinnamon, which is here." Oooops! My husband is a Diabetic and we read somewhere that cinnamon is good for keeping his blood glucose levels down. I think he would need to consume a great deal of it to have much effect, but if he is happy, why disabuse him?
I have no idea why I had a jar of chilli powder, as neither of us like spicy food. I must have mistakenly thought it was cinnamon, as they were probably close together and my eyesight is not good. The chilli was thrown in the bin.
One of the hampers I bought contained an electric pancake maker. I used it for the first time last night. I put caster sugar and cinnamon on my pancakes. I left the cinnamon on the bench, instead of putting it back on the oven cupboard.
This morning when I arose and went into the kitchen, The Man About The House was in the process of making his porridge, and said to me, "The first lot was no good as I put that chilli powder on instead of the cinnamon, which is here." Oooops! My husband is a Diabetic and we read somewhere that cinnamon is good for keeping his blood glucose levels down. I think he would need to consume a great deal of it to have much effect, but if he is happy, why disabuse him?
I have no idea why I had a jar of chilli powder, as neither of us like spicy food. I must have mistakenly thought it was cinnamon, as they were probably close together and my eyesight is not good. The chilli was thrown in the bin.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Letter to Andre Rieu VIII
Dear Andre,
Well, you would have to be blind, deaf or worse, to not be aware of your presence in Australia. There have been more than enough knockers who call themselves journalists, passing judgment on you, and your particular kind of music and your presentation of it. If I hear or read the phrase, King of Schmaltz one more time I will SCREAM! If these opinionated deadbeats, who have probably never been to any classical music concert, don't like this kind of music, then no-one is holding a gun to their heads and making them listen to it. If they criticize you for your appearance, your hair, your type of music, or anything else, it just proves they are extremely narrow minded and would only be happy if they were pulling someone to pieces. They also probably have no finesse or refinement about them. They more than likely listen to what I term, head banging noise. Heavy Metal, hard rock etc.
I was fortunate to be able to attend your concert in Adelaide on Tuesday the 18th. I was not expecting to be able to attend any of your concerts, but, I have a very generous son, who loves his Ma very much, and I am very fortunate indeed to have such a son, and will be eternally grateful for that fact. He very kindly offered to make this particular dream come true.
When I bought the ticket over the phone, I was told I would be approximately 13 rows back from the front. It turned out I was right down the front and to the left of the stage facing it, and was able to see the big screens and did not miss very much at all.( I only mention this fact as I am nearly blind and did not think I would see much.)
The ice skaters were superb! They are very graceful and not a stumble or hesitation anywhere. Likewise the Debutauntes and the ballet. Wonderful.
It was a great shame that the ticket sales were so poor, but, you all gave your all as I expected you would, even though you would have been very disappointed about that, I think you would do that even if there were only a dozen or so people you were playing to. I hope the enthusiasm of the crowd(?) made up for that in a small way. Thank you for your professionalism and verve. Your humour and wry sense of fun.( No beer or wine in Adelaide!! Who had you been talking to, I wonder?)
The highlight of the evening for me, was when I walked to the stage near the end of the concert, and was looking up at you, and grinning like a Cheshire cat, and you bent down slightly and smiled at me, and I blew you a kiss. Thank you sooo much you lovely man.
I am sorry that Marjorie was unable to acompany you out here. I am sure she would have enjoyed the experience had she been able to come.
Best wishes to you all,
With affection,
Susan.
Well, you would have to be blind, deaf or worse, to not be aware of your presence in Australia. There have been more than enough knockers who call themselves journalists, passing judgment on you, and your particular kind of music and your presentation of it. If I hear or read the phrase, King of Schmaltz one more time I will SCREAM! If these opinionated deadbeats, who have probably never been to any classical music concert, don't like this kind of music, then no-one is holding a gun to their heads and making them listen to it. If they criticize you for your appearance, your hair, your type of music, or anything else, it just proves they are extremely narrow minded and would only be happy if they were pulling someone to pieces. They also probably have no finesse or refinement about them. They more than likely listen to what I term, head banging noise. Heavy Metal, hard rock etc.
I was fortunate to be able to attend your concert in Adelaide on Tuesday the 18th. I was not expecting to be able to attend any of your concerts, but, I have a very generous son, who loves his Ma very much, and I am very fortunate indeed to have such a son, and will be eternally grateful for that fact. He very kindly offered to make this particular dream come true.
When I bought the ticket over the phone, I was told I would be approximately 13 rows back from the front. It turned out I was right down the front and to the left of the stage facing it, and was able to see the big screens and did not miss very much at all.( I only mention this fact as I am nearly blind and did not think I would see much.)
The ice skaters were superb! They are very graceful and not a stumble or hesitation anywhere. Likewise the Debutauntes and the ballet. Wonderful.
It was a great shame that the ticket sales were so poor, but, you all gave your all as I expected you would, even though you would have been very disappointed about that, I think you would do that even if there were only a dozen or so people you were playing to. I hope the enthusiasm of the crowd(?) made up for that in a small way. Thank you for your professionalism and verve. Your humour and wry sense of fun.( No beer or wine in Adelaide!! Who had you been talking to, I wonder?)
The highlight of the evening for me, was when I walked to the stage near the end of the concert, and was looking up at you, and grinning like a Cheshire cat, and you bent down slightly and smiled at me, and I blew you a kiss. Thank you sooo much you lovely man.
I am sorry that Marjorie was unable to acompany you out here. I am sure she would have enjoyed the experience had she been able to come.
Best wishes to you all,
With affection,
Susan.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Letter to Andre Rieu VII
Dear Andre,
I read yesterday that you are copping some flack from a German baritone, Thomas Quasthoff by name, for playing your very valuable Stradivarius violin at your concerts. He is of the opinion that Senor Stradivari 'would be spinning in his grave', and you should play on a cheaper violin.
Now, several things come to mind in relation to this, it is nobody's business but yours what violin you play, so long as it produces the sound you require and like. if you got the required sound from a plastic one, it is still only your business. Because I think you play the Stradivarius so brilliantly, you could probably obtain a reasonable sound from a plastic one!
You have worked so hard to be where you are today, you deserve to play on the best one you can afford. Stradivari or any other brand, no-one has the right to dictate to you on anything pertaining to your instrument?
I think Herr Quasthoff should stick to what he knows and does best, and let you do likewise.
I would just like to say I have recently finished reading, Andre Rieu, My Music, My Life. How it all began. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It is beautifully written and a very easy read. It is informative and entertaining. I felt as though you and Marjorie were sitting next to me and telling me all about your trials, etc, as friends do over coffee or such. Thank you both very much.
I would like to wish you all the best for your upcoming tour of Australia, and if there are DVDs you can bet your bottom dollar I will buy them!
I read yesterday that you are copping some flack from a German baritone, Thomas Quasthoff by name, for playing your very valuable Stradivarius violin at your concerts. He is of the opinion that Senor Stradivari 'would be spinning in his grave', and you should play on a cheaper violin.
Now, several things come to mind in relation to this, it is nobody's business but yours what violin you play, so long as it produces the sound you require and like. if you got the required sound from a plastic one, it is still only your business. Because I think you play the Stradivarius so brilliantly, you could probably obtain a reasonable sound from a plastic one!
You have worked so hard to be where you are today, you deserve to play on the best one you can afford. Stradivari or any other brand, no-one has the right to dictate to you on anything pertaining to your instrument?
I think Herr Quasthoff should stick to what he knows and does best, and let you do likewise.
I would just like to say I have recently finished reading, Andre Rieu, My Music, My Life. How it all began. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It is beautifully written and a very easy read. It is informative and entertaining. I felt as though you and Marjorie were sitting next to me and telling me all about your trials, etc, as friends do over coffee or such. Thank you both very much.
I would like to wish you all the best for your upcoming tour of Australia, and if there are DVDs you can bet your bottom dollar I will buy them!
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Letter to Andre Rieu VI
Dear Andre,
Well, I guess you are in full swing getting ready for your concerts in OZ.
I hope you had a very happy birthday recently, and were able to spend it with your family.
I was horrified to be informed today, that you no longer shake hands with your fans as one got too enthusiastic and caused tendon strain in your hand. You have got to wonder about the intelligence and thoughtfulness of some people. I know it is one of the hazards of fame, but, really!
You would think that as you make your living with your hands, if they are damaged it throws all your schedules out of kilter. Not to mention the frustration, pain and inconvenience. I do not shake hands anymore either, but that is because I have Arthritis and I have also found people don't stop and think.
I hope all goes well Down Under. Best wishes to you all, and Marjorie.
With affection,
Susan
Well, I guess you are in full swing getting ready for your concerts in OZ.
I hope you had a very happy birthday recently, and were able to spend it with your family.
I was horrified to be informed today, that you no longer shake hands with your fans as one got too enthusiastic and caused tendon strain in your hand. You have got to wonder about the intelligence and thoughtfulness of some people. I know it is one of the hazards of fame, but, really!
You would think that as you make your living with your hands, if they are damaged it throws all your schedules out of kilter. Not to mention the frustration, pain and inconvenience. I do not shake hands anymore either, but that is because I have Arthritis and I have also found people don't stop and think.
I hope all goes well Down Under. Best wishes to you all, and Marjorie.
With affection,
Susan
Thursday, October 02, 2008
'nother one!
Senior moment that is. Yesterday, I was waiting for the delivery of a door, and, as I had no idea when it would come, I postponed having my breakfast. I HATE soggy cereal.
I was obviously distracted by something, because, when I was making myself a coffee later in the morning, I could not find the milk. I knew the carton was nearly full, and there was no evidence of it being put out to be recycled. I hunted high and low. Nothing.
Then it struck me, I might have put it in the pantry instead of the cereal. Voila! There it was.
Oldtimers has struck again.
I was obviously distracted by something, because, when I was making myself a coffee later in the morning, I could not find the milk. I knew the carton was nearly full, and there was no evidence of it being put out to be recycled. I hunted high and low. Nothing.
Then it struck me, I might have put it in the pantry instead of the cereal. Voila! There it was.
Oldtimers has struck again.
Some People!!
This week we traveled to Adelaide to buy a new security screen door. We had seen an advert in the TV guide, and I checked it out on the Net. They are very cunning, as there are no prices on their web page. We finally found the store, and went in to ascertain prices. We saw one door which looked very nice. Just plain steel mesh and no filagree steel at all. We were thunderstruck when the sales assistant told us it would cost, wait for it, over $800.00!! She also offered to send one of the reps to do a measure and quote. I told her that would not be possible as we are from the country. I galls me that city people never consider that we rustics do go to the city on occasion to buy things. Not everybody they serve lives in the city.
We asked about other doors and were equally horrified by the prices. These doors are made on the premises too. The sales assistant told us the same doors would cost as much at Bunnings, ( major hardware chain) so, we decided to test that theory.
We drove halfway across the city to Bunnings and were pleasantly surprised to find a screen door that is also a security door, for just under $130.00
So much for her scare tactics.
There was a dearth of staff at Bunnings and it took a while to get served. I stood at the Trade desk for at least five minutes, with people serving and doing work on computers in front of me, before one of them decided to ask me if I was being served. That galls me too, when it is patently obvious I am not.I wished to find out how much it would cost to have the door delivered before we bought it.This took many phone calls before we were quoted a price.
Finally, a nice chap came and saw to our needs, re the door. Then we had to buy it and get the paper work done for the delivery. We were told that it could be delivered that day. I said no, we would not be home till late that night, so it was arranged for Tuesday.
Tuesday morning, just before lunch, there was no sign of it, so I rang the courier company.
The woman I spoke to sounded as though she would prefer to be anywhere but at work, as she gave the distinct impression life was too hard and everybody but her, is a moron.
She told me in a very pained voice, "I told that stupid girl, the door would be picked up Tuesday, and delivered Wednesday." She said I had better ring the chap who handles the deliveries this end. I asked for his phone number, and that was a huge effort for her too.
The thing that gets me is, we are supposed to be mind readers, and because we are not, some of these people think we are Hay Seeds, and not worthy of their time and expertise.If everything is such an effort for her, why doesn't she get an easier job? For instance, a millionaire's wife and she would have servants to do everything for her.
The door was duly delivered Wednesday and $20.00 less than we were quoted. Nice!
We asked about other doors and were equally horrified by the prices. These doors are made on the premises too. The sales assistant told us the same doors would cost as much at Bunnings, ( major hardware chain) so, we decided to test that theory.
We drove halfway across the city to Bunnings and were pleasantly surprised to find a screen door that is also a security door, for just under $130.00
So much for her scare tactics.
There was a dearth of staff at Bunnings and it took a while to get served. I stood at the Trade desk for at least five minutes, with people serving and doing work on computers in front of me, before one of them decided to ask me if I was being served. That galls me too, when it is patently obvious I am not.I wished to find out how much it would cost to have the door delivered before we bought it.This took many phone calls before we were quoted a price.
Finally, a nice chap came and saw to our needs, re the door. Then we had to buy it and get the paper work done for the delivery. We were told that it could be delivered that day. I said no, we would not be home till late that night, so it was arranged for Tuesday.
Tuesday morning, just before lunch, there was no sign of it, so I rang the courier company.
The woman I spoke to sounded as though she would prefer to be anywhere but at work, as she gave the distinct impression life was too hard and everybody but her, is a moron.
She told me in a very pained voice, "I told that stupid girl, the door would be picked up Tuesday, and delivered Wednesday." She said I had better ring the chap who handles the deliveries this end. I asked for his phone number, and that was a huge effort for her too.
The thing that gets me is, we are supposed to be mind readers, and because we are not, some of these people think we are Hay Seeds, and not worthy of their time and expertise.If everything is such an effort for her, why doesn't she get an easier job? For instance, a millionaire's wife and she would have servants to do everything for her.
The door was duly delivered Wednesday and $20.00 less than we were quoted. Nice!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wedding Anniversaries.
Wedding anniversaries are funny things, you either celebrate them with gusto and much sentiment, or, you hope they will fade into the mists of time and no-one will acknowledge them. It all depends of course on what sort of relationship you have with your spouse, and whether or not you had a row etc, the night before.
We have mostly not enjoyed ours, as for some strange reason, my spouse is always grumpy that day. There have only been two or three anniversaries which I have enjoyed because he was in a good mood. Today was one of them.There never have been flowers or any kind of gift. On rare occasions he has treated me to a meal at the pub, but they were usually eaten in stony silence and therefore not a happy occurrence. I have asked him many times if he regrets marrying me. He has always said no.
Though he remembered without prompting this morning , and has been in a good mood, nothing special took place. No meal out, no flowers, no card, etc.
I wonder, and will probably wonder many times in the next year, if next year will be different. It will, after all, be our Ruby wedding. (40th) I am NOT holding my breath.
It is also our son and daughter-in-law's eleventh anniversary today. He has his mother's personality and is much better at this kind of thing. His wife does not know how lucky she is.
We have mostly not enjoyed ours, as for some strange reason, my spouse is always grumpy that day. There have only been two or three anniversaries which I have enjoyed because he was in a good mood. Today was one of them.There never have been flowers or any kind of gift. On rare occasions he has treated me to a meal at the pub, but they were usually eaten in stony silence and therefore not a happy occurrence. I have asked him many times if he regrets marrying me. He has always said no.
Though he remembered without prompting this morning , and has been in a good mood, nothing special took place. No meal out, no flowers, no card, etc.
I wonder, and will probably wonder many times in the next year, if next year will be different. It will, after all, be our Ruby wedding. (40th) I am NOT holding my breath.
It is also our son and daughter-in-law's eleventh anniversary today. He has his mother's personality and is much better at this kind of thing. His wife does not know how lucky she is.
Just as well he isn't a Barber!!
The Man About the House has got the renovation 'bug'. We have a verandah that has green shade cloth on it, and it has been looking very sad for quite some time now. It has come away from the facia boards and needed seeing to. Yesterday, he started painting the facia boards. There is just one small problem. I have Ivy growing up on one end of the verandah and it was covering the facia board. The boards need to be painted so as to prevent further deterioration, and they all need to be done at the same time. I have been loath to let his loose with the clippers, as he HATES my plants with a passion, and decimates them, without so much as a tiny regret.
I was therefore in a no win situation, and had to agree to let him trim the Ivy.
I was not at all surprised when I saw the results of his handy work! There is not much of the Ivy left, but that is just what I expected.
It did need trimming but, NOT hacking!There was of course, no point in kicking up a fuss. As this is what he does to plants, it is just as well he is not a barber.
I was therefore in a no win situation, and had to agree to let him trim the Ivy.
I was not at all surprised when I saw the results of his handy work! There is not much of the Ivy left, but that is just what I expected.
It did need trimming but, NOT hacking!There was of course, no point in kicking up a fuss. As this is what he does to plants, it is just as well he is not a barber.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Finances, what finances?
i do not pretend to know anything about fiscal matters, apart from the fact mine are in short supply. Still, I have enough to pay my way.
I have for many years had a credit card for use with my Myer/Ezybuy account. I have not bought anything for ages because,a: I do not need anything, b: their prices are out of my budget reach.
The company that redeems their debts is well known and I have been told to be careful where they are concerned.
This morning, I received a phone call from said finance company, asking if I remembered receiving the letter that was sent to me recently. I said I did. The young woman then asked if there was anything she could help me with. I asked for more particulars, and she mentioned their Personal Loans. I told her that as I am on a pension, there is no likelihood I could afford one even if I wanted one. She thanked me for my time and hung up.
I know that things in the money market are a bit iffy of late, but is it necessary to tout for business like this?
I have for many years had a credit card for use with my Myer/Ezybuy account. I have not bought anything for ages because,a: I do not need anything, b: their prices are out of my budget reach.
The company that redeems their debts is well known and I have been told to be careful where they are concerned.
This morning, I received a phone call from said finance company, asking if I remembered receiving the letter that was sent to me recently. I said I did. The young woman then asked if there was anything she could help me with. I asked for more particulars, and she mentioned their Personal Loans. I told her that as I am on a pension, there is no likelihood I could afford one even if I wanted one. She thanked me for my time and hung up.
I know that things in the money market are a bit iffy of late, but is it necessary to tout for business like this?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
That's an idea, why not ask THEM!
This morning, while watching Sunrise, my husband noticed on the ticker tape going across the bottom of the screen, that there is a Japanese man who claims he can talk to whales.
The Man About the House made a brilliant observation when he said, "If he can talk to whales, why doesn't he ask them if they like being hunted and killed?"
I am sure if he did, the answer would be a resounding NO!
The Man About the House made a brilliant observation when he said, "If he can talk to whales, why doesn't he ask them if they like being hunted and killed?"
I am sure if he did, the answer would be a resounding NO!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Confusion reigns, or, just another 'senior' moment?
It is not to be wondered at if people get confused with anything to do with me and my mate Sue and our spouses. The trouble lies in the fact both husbands are called Neville, and Sue is Suzanne, and I am Susan. There is a third couple in the district with the same names.
Sue and her son had to journey to Naracoorte today for medical reasons. My Neville took the opportunity to drive the tractor back to the farm, and get a lift back with them today, as it was a lovely fine day.
Now, as I have recently reported in this space, my spouse is not at all technologically minded, and it has taken years to get him to have a mobile phone, which he STILL leaves home when he goes out or to the farm.
He nearly did it again this morning but I made sure he had it with him, as Sue needed to ring him to know where and when to pick him up. Actually, her son was driving as Sue has a broken wrist.
This is where the confusion comes in to play. She told me with much hilarity when they arrived here, that she had tried to ring him and he would not answer. She knew about my anxiety on Monday, and naturally wondered if he HAD forgotten it.
She was most surprised when her Neville rang and asked why she had been calling him. Sue hotly denied it but he said he had two missed calls from her. Then the 'penny dropped', and she realized she had been ringing the wrong Neville!!! And she does not have defective eyesight like me, either! Tch, tch, tch. I dunno.
Sue and her son had to journey to Naracoorte today for medical reasons. My Neville took the opportunity to drive the tractor back to the farm, and get a lift back with them today, as it was a lovely fine day.
Now, as I have recently reported in this space, my spouse is not at all technologically minded, and it has taken years to get him to have a mobile phone, which he STILL leaves home when he goes out or to the farm.
He nearly did it again this morning but I made sure he had it with him, as Sue needed to ring him to know where and when to pick him up. Actually, her son was driving as Sue has a broken wrist.
This is where the confusion comes in to play. She told me with much hilarity when they arrived here, that she had tried to ring him and he would not answer. She knew about my anxiety on Monday, and naturally wondered if he HAD forgotten it.
She was most surprised when her Neville rang and asked why she had been calling him. Sue hotly denied it but he said he had two missed calls from her. Then the 'penny dropped', and she realized she had been ringing the wrong Neville!!! And she does not have defective eyesight like me, either! Tch, tch, tch. I dunno.
Monday, September 08, 2008
I thought, 'I'm gonna die!'
We traveled to Naracoorte today. Not our usual shopping day, but Neville had a second dental appointment, and as it was with the school dentist, they only do health card holders on Mondays. I got him to drop me off in town as I had some other errands to do before I did the shopping. Neville had to go to the farm and round up the sheep so he could drench them after he had been to the dentist. I did not fancy sitting around in the car for hours.
I got to the super market by 11.30 am and was finished by 12.30. I thought he said he would be back in town by then. I sat waiting with the groceries for 2 hours. I decided to have something for lunch at 1pm, and started to think by 2pm that he had gone home and forgotten about me. I tried ringing his mobile, as, once again he had left it home! I thought, 'If he answers, he is dead!.' He finally arrived at 3pm.
I said I had to return to Target to finish an errand for our daughter. I also had to go back to the music shop so I could speak to the proprietor about some items she was ordering for me.
I walked to the end of the street so as to meet Neville, and, I looked for traffic coming around the corner, nothing. Then, as I got to the middle of the road, a medium sized truck came barreling around the corner and I had to jump back to the other side, as there was no way I could have made it in front of him. That is when I momentarily thought it was 'curtains' for me. Steaming great pillock!!!
I got to the super market by 11.30 am and was finished by 12.30. I thought he said he would be back in town by then. I sat waiting with the groceries for 2 hours. I decided to have something for lunch at 1pm, and started to think by 2pm that he had gone home and forgotten about me. I tried ringing his mobile, as, once again he had left it home! I thought, 'If he answers, he is dead!.' He finally arrived at 3pm.
I said I had to return to Target to finish an errand for our daughter. I also had to go back to the music shop so I could speak to the proprietor about some items she was ordering for me.
I walked to the end of the street so as to meet Neville, and, I looked for traffic coming around the corner, nothing. Then, as I got to the middle of the road, a medium sized truck came barreling around the corner and I had to jump back to the other side, as there was no way I could have made it in front of him. That is when I momentarily thought it was 'curtains' for me. Steaming great pillock!!!
Thursday, September 04, 2008
The Mystery of the Disappearing Egg Lifter.
I have no doubt this is not of the calibre for 'the little grey cells' of Hercule Poirot, but , it is a mystery nonetheless.
I have this 'good fairy' who washes the dishes, but, he has an annoying habit of putting the utensils in the WRONG place. I have not been able to prevail upon him to change his bad habits, either.
He just gets grumpy and 'spits the dummy'.
This week, the egg lifter has vanished without a trace. We have a plastic one for use with Teflon coated pans, but this is the steel one. He usually leaves the utensils on the bench so as to avoid my wrath, but the egg lifter has apparently grown legs and walked!
I have even looked in the frying pan in the cupboard, nada!
I daresay it will turn up when I am not looking for it as most things seem to.
Watch this space.
I have this 'good fairy' who washes the dishes, but, he has an annoying habit of putting the utensils in the WRONG place. I have not been able to prevail upon him to change his bad habits, either.
He just gets grumpy and 'spits the dummy'.
This week, the egg lifter has vanished without a trace. We have a plastic one for use with Teflon coated pans, but this is the steel one. He usually leaves the utensils on the bench so as to avoid my wrath, but the egg lifter has apparently grown legs and walked!
I have even looked in the frying pan in the cupboard, nada!
I daresay it will turn up when I am not looking for it as most things seem to.
Watch this space.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Attack of the Killer Spiders.
A week ago, my mate Sue,fell and broke her wrist. As she has a husband who is legally blind, she has to do the driving. She can't do that for at least six weeks, so, he son is supposed to. He does not surface until midday most days, so there is a problem.
He was supposed to drive us down town yesterday for our coffee morning. Sue could not budge him, and rang me at 10 am to say she would come if and when he 'rose from the ashes', so to speak.
As Neville had come home early from the farm, I suggested we pick her up. Sue was surprised to hear he was home. He was about to have his 'elevenses', so I said I would ring once on the mobile to let her know when we were coming.
We duly picked her up and I had to 'belt her up' and we got Neville to drop us off down town. I got out of the car and put my hand on the top of the door to close it and something tickled me. I looked and let out a scream. Not too loud you understand, as I did not want to frighten anyone. There was a Huntsman spider on the door.
I am PHOBIC about spiders, and was therefore not at all pleased. I knocked it off with my hand bag, and killed it. I probably could have let it go, but, Sue is just a phobic about them as I, and was NOT getting out of the car until she knew it was dead. It certainly got my pulse rate up, I can tell you. Yuk!
He was supposed to drive us down town yesterday for our coffee morning. Sue could not budge him, and rang me at 10 am to say she would come if and when he 'rose from the ashes', so to speak.
As Neville had come home early from the farm, I suggested we pick her up. Sue was surprised to hear he was home. He was about to have his 'elevenses', so I said I would ring once on the mobile to let her know when we were coming.
We duly picked her up and I had to 'belt her up' and we got Neville to drop us off down town. I got out of the car and put my hand on the top of the door to close it and something tickled me. I looked and let out a scream. Not too loud you understand, as I did not want to frighten anyone. There was a Huntsman spider on the door.
I am PHOBIC about spiders, and was therefore not at all pleased. I knocked it off with my hand bag, and killed it. I probably could have let it go, but, Sue is just a phobic about them as I, and was NOT getting out of the car until she knew it was dead. It certainly got my pulse rate up, I can tell you. Yuk!
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