Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Artistic talent

This was my birthday present from Maddy’s mum, painted by herself, much appreciated by me…  

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Being able to paint is a creative gift that runs in Maddy’s family, & the colours they use are stunning. We were given this one in April 2009, painted by her great grandma…

L&M Visit 2009 (19)

Needless to say both of these adorn the walls in the saloon…

More paintings in Maddy’s mum’s studio, awesome, & the camera hasn’t done them any justice at all…

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How’s that for an antique dresser? Try getting that on your boat…!

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And, another birthday present, a framed photo of Ryan. According to Liam, he’s driving his Ferrari…

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Germany’s got talent…!

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Airport security and me and a few other things

Yep, I’m one of those people who seems to set off every alarm, buzzer & electrical device designed to keep us all secure at an airport. Back in the good old days it used to be quite a light hearted affair. But not anymore, as I found out last time we went to America & got dusted down by a Homeland Security guard with a big nose. To be fair the guy did say it was one of my many bracelets, that I feel naked without - no he didn’t say that last bit but I thought it…

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So this time I had a brainwave, (careful), took them all off & put them in my suitcase. Aha! No more embarrassing intimate disturbance & funny looks when all the bells & whistles go off… Or so I thought but alas, as we were going through security at Manchester it happened anyway so I had to do the body scanner thing & get swiped with the Taser gun lookalike. Afterwards I surmised it must’ve been my watch – more on that later… 

Next a woman with a very sour face had a rummage through my handbag with a different kind of Taser & removed my bottle of Volvic (that’s water not vodka). They must’ve relaxed the rules a bit because the sign said 100mls or less was ok, but of course Heather here never checked it. So I got spoken to like a naughty child by Mrs sour face while she removed the offending item. She then ordered me to stand in line & get my sandals checked out, I mean come on they were flatty's for goodness sake. Even so, I’d rather we have all that security – can’t be too careful these days, especially when people like me wear bracelets & hide water in a handbag… 

Then just before the plane set off a security guard came on board the plane shouting out our names, “Mr & Mrs R? This could be your lucky day,” for a moment there we wondered if they were running a jackpot with the ticket numbers or something. Then in an instant we realised it was pure sarcasm when his next sentence revealed the fact that “according to our records neither of you are on this plane.” Amusement turned to shock even when he announced it was their fault for taking the wrong ticket off the boarding pass… By this time the Captain was reving the engines, suspicious looks were all around & the air smelled of impatience…

Somehow I managed to retrieve the correct ticket thing from amidst the depths of my handbag - that’s the handbag minus a bottle of water, but still overflowing with a myriad of rubbish. So after all that faffing about our embarrassment was curtailed when we heard the words “yes, that’s the bit we’re missing for the computer, sorry it was our fault.” Oh goody, we were still here after all then…

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For the return flight I thought sod it, if I’m going to set this thing off anyway, I’ll leave my silverware on. They were much nicer in Germany about the alarm going off. I stood there with my hands in the air & said “happens every time.” So with smiles & laughter all round I was asked to: “Must stand here while use my Taser gun check with this.” (Tasered), then “you bracelets, not worry.” Guten tag & off we went…

After take off they came round with the drinks trolley & we paid 10 Euros for 2 miniature bottles of wine. After pouring them out, we just had chance to sit the luxury plastic cups on the table thingy’s when we hit turbulence big style. So BIG that both luxury plastic cups took off on their own & white wine spilled forth all around us & down my skirt, wonderful…

As an added bonus, the moment we stepped outside “arrivals to old Blighty” at the airport, both of us sticky & cold it started peeing down. Then I remembered to switch my phone on – the taxi driver asked us to do that so he could find us, but the battery was DEAD & Dave hadn’t brought his with him. Eventually out of sheer luck, & perhaps the fact that everyone else had disappeared, a guy came up to us & asked if we were who he thought we were. At this point we weren’t that sure either, but we eventually touched down at the boat safe & sound… Remember that film “Trains, planes & automobiles?” Well this was “Planes, automobiles & boats,” we still weren’t sure where we were at any given point…

So going back in time to the insecure watch of mine, as soon as we got off the plane we both reset our watches & gained an hour. However, later on that night I noticed my watch had gone fast by 15 minutes, “just a quirk” so I reset it. Next day Dave looked at his watch & noticed it too had another 15 minutes added on. So somehow we’d gained an hour, got involved in a time warp & lost a quarter of it in the twilight zone…

Dr Who, where are you…?

Oh, and while we’re at it, my laptops battery went to heaven a couple of days before we went away, from full to null overnight. It won’t re-charge so now it has to be plugged in all the time, which is a pain in the arse…

AND since we got back, said laptop’s “M$ Teredo Pseudo Interface” has stopped working (ouch). It’s got something to do with, well even I’m not sure, but it’s working fine so sod it…

AND my left ear keeps popping & doing an eeee eeee thing… 

Please note: None of the above has been elaborated in any way, it’s all true & could only happen to us…        

Sunday, 28 August 2011

I can now speak at least 6 words in German

We had a fantastic time over there, can’t describe how much. It was the first time we’ve seen our grandson for real… And our first time staying in an Army house being surrounded by British soldiers…

Baby Ryan took the starring role…

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Featuring our son Liam…

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Also featuring mum Maddy…

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And then there’s the “extras,” one called Dave & one called Me, with “Super Ryan” in the middle…

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My 50th Birthday, 10 minutes past midnight on the day itself, still sat outside in warm warm weather…

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Hug from son…

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Hug from daughter in law…

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Good morning, good morning…!

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Sometimes pictures speak more than words can tell…

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Flying high

Well, after passing Tilly on to “Uncle Billy” yesterday, we finally had chance to start packing our suitcases. Had to wait till she’d gone, we didn’t want her to feel like we were leaving her! Aww, big softy’s…

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So Dear Reader,

Later on today, we’re jetting away

Germany is the destination, & I’m sat here using my imagination

To remember what it’s like to give our son the soldier & his family lots of hugs & love…

We’re going to stay with them, & we’ve only only ever seen their little baby on Skype or photos, it’s going to be very emotional. I’ve told Liam he’ll have to wear his Kevlar vest so I don’t squash him…! Can’t wait to get there…

We’ll be gone for 10 days, it’ll be our wedding anniversary & my 50th birthday while we’re there, so there’ll be lots of partying…! And I still haven’t finished packing my suitcase, so I must get a move on…

Umm, “Auf weidersein” as they say…

Blog closed temporarily, will catch up when I get back, Tatty Bye…

Smile

Monday, 15 August 2011

It’s not the quantity, it’s the quality that counts

This is my new porcelain figurine…

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And this is what happens to it if one of us goes outside…

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Clever eh…?

The little muppet has learned how to jump off a chair, onto one of the gas lockers, then up onto the wooden shelving that’s either side of the hatch door. Far too high up for her we thought, so woof to that idea. Hatch has had to stay closed all day so she can tootle across from side to side, good job it’s got doors under it…

This is the scene at the moment: Sat on her cushion next to Uncle Dave, in the sun while he’s fishing…

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Note the sophisticated setup with the extendable lead, put the handle through one leg of the chair, & she can ferret about up & down the jetty too…

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Yep she really has taken charge here, & we’re supposed to be getting ready to go to Germany on Wednesday. I’ve always found that packing things on a last minute basis is the way to go, (excuse puny pun), for me anyway. But I’ve still got 2 more wash loads left, & there’s more stuff than anticipated that can’t go in the drier. Hence I’ve had to put the central heating on with “delicates” on the radiators. Blimey I should’ve started this lot yesterday. But then again I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my laundry issues… 

And on a final note, this is what happens to my new porcelain figurine when it’s knackered…

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Sunday, 14 August 2011

I think Tilly Mint Drop is now in charge of my blog

Thing is, since yesterday Aunty Heth & Uncle Dave have gained an extra crew member. A certain little person puppy is staying here while daddy’s gone away, & she’s settled in nicely aboard TT. At the grand old age of (almost) 4 months old, I think she’s cleverer than we are…

So is that Tilly aboard Takey Tezey or T onboard TT…? Either way, apologies for all the photos, but I just can’t help myself…

Going to bed last night…

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I realise these photos look like I’ve copied & pasted her head onto the blanket from a different one. But really, no air brushing or whatever they call it needed - that’s how she likes it, warm boat or not.

Oops, she’s just lost another one of her milk teeth, Dave asked her if she wanted it to go under her pillow…? She said “yes please.”

Things to remember:

  • She won’t go out for a wee (or anything else for that matter) if it’s raining, luckily she won’t go in the boat either
  • She prefers human food to dog food – which is probably a universal thing, I know it was with our Ben
  • She likes to creep into the bedroom when no-one’s looking
  • She sometimes tries to sit on my laptop
  • Generally she’s very well behaved indeed & likes sitting on her cushion in the sun, or even out of it at the moment because it’s roasting hot out back here. (Only need a bit of sun & the lux con turns into a furnace) sides rolled up or not
  • She doesn’t like the sound of a motorbike in the distance
  • Not keen on ducks
  • Likes chewing sticks 

Meanwhile the boat looks like a bomb’s hit it with all her toys, bed, cushion, bowls etc scattered amidst the saloon & kitchen, but we don’t care because she’s sooo worth it…

On a different note it’s only 3 days till we go to Germany, seems like ages ago when we booked it. Reasons why we’re going? Clicky here…

Meanwhile we’re just chillin out this aft, as is Tilly…

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Till(y) next time she has to take one of us for a walk…

Saturday, 13 August 2011

The wedding car

We noticed this wedding car on the car park yesterday, fancy eh? So I went as close as was right & proper & took this photo. As you can see the happy couple were making their way round to the towpath “The towpath? In a wedding dress?” Yep…

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So they can have wedding photos taken atop the bridge to the left of us in a beautiful setting, happens regularly in summer, erm, what summer…?

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And that’s after getting married at the village church behind our mooring…

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What a shame, they must’ve thought they were guaranteed sun in August, but the weather was horrid…

Friday, 12 August 2011

Too close for comfort?

A boat was placed afloat this morning, not a big deal we’ve seen a few, but this looked a bit precarious: At first we thought the guy in the crane was determined to make a boat sandwich. Note the mooring where the grey boat is underneath, well that’s where the new boat was going on / in after a 90 degree swivel…

A bit dodgy perhaps…

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Then somebody remembered to pull the grey boat out of the way…

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Well it was different, & something else that’s going to be different from now on is the font size on my blog, I’ve decided to make it smaller for a change. It follows the same principle as a woolly jumper that’s gone a bit baggy, but you still keep wearing it till you suddenly realise it’s headed for the charity shop… 

Amendment: Since writing this post I’ve changed said font back to the baggy jumper because it’s easier to read…

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Something to make you smile amidst these days of troubled times

Two big softy’s? Aunty & Uncle babysit Tilly mint drop…

Dave & Tilly making tea…

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Mmmm, cheeeeese…

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More cheeeeese pleeze…?

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Investigating the freezer, without getting too close with that little nose…

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I’m still here Uncle Dave…

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Being patient…

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Snuggle up with Aunty Heather & I might be able to eat off her plate when tea’s ready…

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But we’ve not to spoil her, (difficult) so she patiently sat on the rug & waited for us to finish eating. Then Mark the Spark (dad) came back & she missed out on the little pile of mini pizza I was saving for her… Dog food just isn’t the same…

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Amendment: Tesco Bio yoghurt isn’t just for poo tanks

I’ve recently been carrying out yet another beta test with Tesco Bio yoghurt. This one actually involves eating the stuff…

Recipe:

1) Put half a tub of Tesco Bio yoghurt in a cereal bowl

2) Add 20 grapes to liven it up even more than it already is

3) Give yourself plenty of time because it takes about an hour to eat it

The side effects are brilliant: Weight starts DROPPING OFF & the extra layer of fat that’s accumulated over the winter (if it’s still there) starts to disappear…

But there’s a but, it means you end up going to the toilet twice a day, filling up a poo tank that’s already half full of Tesco Bio yoghurt anyway… Just don’t tell Dave, I usually hold in visit number 2 till he’s tootled off somewhere or he’s sat outside fishing - in the hope that he won’t notice more regular pump outs than before. And if he does notice I’ll have to ask him which would he rather have, a fatter wife or a fatter poo tank, ha gotcha…

I’ve noticed on Farcebook the personalised adverts on the RHS rely on how old you are. And seeing as the big 5-0 is approaching fast I’m a bit fed up seeing adverts for wonder pills that turn you into a size 6 overnight. And another non comforting one about Menopause symptoms being eradicated overnight. Not to mention Tenna Lady. Cheeky sods…

Anyway getting back onto the flowery subject of my birthday, don’t go to any trouble with presents. Diamond necklaces, (not from Zimbabwe tho), gold rings, expensive perfume, Tesco Bio yoghurt or a cheque for next years mooring fees will be gratefully received…

I’ve had a word with the marina manager, & people will be allowed through the security gate so they can queue up on the pier with gift wrapped boxes full of goodies - whilst waiting patiently for me to drag myself out of bed after the big 5-0 knees up the night before…   

That’s August 25th by the way, so keep a window open in your Filofax, keep eating the Bio yoghurt & we can have a party for stick people…

I said August 25th…

Monday, 8 August 2011

About Doors

Bear with, all will be revealed shortly, & some doors might open:

This is the bathroom door – well part of it, waiting & ready for business…

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This is a secret door…

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That hides my washer / drier behind the breakfast bar…

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Which reminds me I must get me smalls out, its just stopped drying them to a crisp…

Then there’s this, the security gate to our pier…

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It’s got a code pad thingy, so no-one else can get in, & a big sign outside saying “MOORERS ONLY.” The other day someone was coming through the gate with the wheelbarrow & left it open just while they popped down to their boat. All of a sudden a couple just sauntered through & started looking through the windows of a boat for sale on the end of the pier (opposite the security gate). They even jumped on the back of it…!

So I asked them (politely) to go to the office & see the marina manager if they were interested in viewing the boat. The woman looked at me as if to say “what’s it got to do with you?” And she carried on looking through the windows…! The guy smiled at me, looked embarrassed at the brazen attitude of his partner & dragged her away. Then I told them (politely) that the MASSIVE WORDS on the MASSIVE sign were there for good reason. Needless to say they walked up to their car which was parked in our car park, right next to the sign saying CAR PARK FOR MOORERS ONLY & tootled off…

I didn’t even bother with the one about what would you do / say if you saw a stranger in your garden looking through your front window…….. 

Sunday, 7 August 2011

Ouch my head hurts

We had a party aboard TT last night, great laugh, no hangover this morning, wonderful. Then I walked up the stairs this aft, the hatch cover was SUPPOSED to be open like the doors, but unfortunately Heather here forgot & slammed my head into the darn thing. I’ve got pins & needles just talking about it, even some of my hair fell out…! Not enough to create a bald patch but there was a fair bit on the floor, oopsy…

Got another party here tonight, different set of customers from the same pier, (as was last nights gang), & there I was thinking yippee I’d have no headache, HA!

Never mind maybe it’s knocked a bit of sense into me :-O

 

Saturday, 6 August 2011

Waterscape Official?

Without intending to, I unwittingly threw a spanner in the works on the Waterscape Official Farcebook Group the other day… Blimey, it’s certainly livened things up a bit on there…!

I had a look through & it was clear that complaints about problems on the canal system were starting to creep in albeit the odd thing here & there people have come across. I innocently thought I’d widen the horizons a bit & bring to light the appalling state of the locks round here by posting 3 links to reports I’d done. One was “Water wastage British Waterways style.” The other one was the “Cyclists on the towpath now getting priority over boaters” & I also put a link to my “What a load of twaddle” post about Debbie Lumb’s cloud cuckoo land speech. Which also (more importantly), contains 2 further links to photographic evidence of the sorry state of the Leeds Liverpool & Rufford Branch…

I was accused of trying to promote my blog, I explained that I didn’t need to, that wasn’t my intention, photographs speak volumes & words speak for themselves, provided they’re factual…

People jumped in (excuse pun) left right & centre, mostly other boaters in defence of what I was saying. [Thank you boaty pals for your support] But I was surprised, nay, gobsmacked at the small number of aggressive people on there determined to make an argument. So I stood my ground (as did others amongst us). It’s like a door was opened on reality & some of the “regulars” on there not only turned a blind eye to our concerns but were downright nasty…

One of my boaty pals warned me not to bother with Waterscape Official – I should’ve listened…

First of all Odette Williamson (admin) threatened to block me for posting “unsuitable material for this group” she actually mentioned that twice…

Words that went unspoken: Well excuse me for sounding thick but this is Waterscape right, not “Women's Weekly magazine?” (No I didn’t say that – really). Then a nasty piece of work called Diane Richardson (yes you’ve been outed luv) started getting all personal about my blog. This was after she’d moaned about having nothing to read at work…

One of the non-boaters mentioned there “being a lot of angry people on here.” I think assertiveness from a few of us boaters was translated as poking them with a stick. Considering there’s over 900 members, there’s not many people ever post anything, perhaps they daren’t!! I got the impression that it turned into a boaters VS non-boaters argument. Like they had no idea what we were saying & even that we were exaggerating things. It was all quite bizarre really. As for bikers on the towpath, well that went down like a lead balloon which gave me the impression they were all a team of towpath bikers, very clicky, all 6 of them…

Somebody mentioned I was being very negative. Well on the subject of poor canal maintenance, & how it’s heart breaking to see the deterioration like we do, it isn’t exactly a barrel of laughs is it…? Especially when it wasn’t taken seriously…

I set off only trying to highlight the problems to those who obviously weren’t aware, not in a patronising way, in a factual way. Turns out they didn’t want to open their eyes. I know deep down that dialogue won’t make a scrap of difference to the situation, but there’s always hope that someone with a bit of clout might listen & show some interest…

The same person who said I was being negative also accused me of sounding like I hated the canal system & being a bit sad. Ha! Me sad?? No, just realistic…

So this morning I tried to hold out an olive branch, said if I had to explain who the real me is I’d have to write a book, so instead I put a link to the blog, mentioned that was the “real me” & that I hoped Odette wouldn’t ban me from the site for putting another link in…

Then Diane Richardson, (that’s the one who’s bored at work) jumped in with: “How about posting some more beautiful photos of the canals, then? those on here who sit in offices during the week, deal with controversial and difficult subjects or people, etc. would appreciate a break, something to enthuse about, lift the spirits, and distract from the tedium and strain of such - at least at the weekend.”

Me: “Are links to blog posts ok? It's just easier as I don't get much spare time to sift through & you'll have an amusing running commentary?”

Diane’s retort: “No thanks, I saw a lot of very personal invective in there v. particular people, which you would be encouraging others to read - the style's not for me. And, that would be more blog links, contrary to what was asked.”

Definition of invective = Abusive / Insulting

Me: “OK, I don't really want to post blog links on here anyway, I don't do self promo or for anyone else. Forgive me for saying so but unless you class my BW related reports (which I wouldn't post on here anymore altho it has livened things up a bit). I don't do abusive language or insulting content on my blog. We have some very good friends round here & share lots of banter. Not blowing my own trumpet it also has a lot of readers, & I've never heard anyone call it abusive or have a bad word to say about it. I could easily take that as an insult but it's not worth it..”

[Sounds like she is that difficult controversial person she mentioned, I mean all that griping about those around her must sound just wonderful to her work colleagues] Perhaps one of them is Robing Evans…

And if that’s “invective,” apologies if she’s on anyone’s friends list. But that’s my experience of trying to hold a decent conversation with her. So I gave up…       

Friday, 5 August 2011

“The one that got away?”

Well this one wanted to stay, please understand the carp crap photos here, had a glass of wine or 2 by then:

Dave caught this bream last night & was very proud of himself…

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Zoomed in, so you can tell it’s not plastic…

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Then this happened…

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It jumped onto his chair! But I was too slow to get a photo of it sat there wearing Dave’s sunglasses & chewing on a maggot. And Dave was too quick to lift it gently back into the water…

However this was the mess it made, ugh, fish out the anti bac spray…

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Note: No fish or humans or chairs were harmed during this debarcle, although there was some cleaning up to do. Meanwhile I stayed out the way…

And Dave was much happier about catching his relatively small bream in comparison to this guy who’s caught one the size of a whale and looks very unhappy about it. Where’s the breaming beaming smile? Maybe the poor guy was knackered, or fishing for something else & caught it by mistake…

PS: The website’s called fishing4fun…