Archive for August, 2011

A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.

Oscar Wilde

Todays take me back

I spent another day in the garden yesterday and had a bit of a close call, I am getting to old for climbing trees.

I have a feeling we are going to have a bad winter this year because the birds are going mad at the feeders and have stripped the berries from the plant around the pond, they know what’s coming.

Don’t you think £600 for a windscreen is a bit steep, I do, but that’s how much ours has just cost!

I have just finished reading The Dalkey Archive by Flann O’Brien. A very funny book set in Dublin, Michael a civil servant must save the world from De Selby, who wants to destroy it by removing all the oxygen, then help James Joyce to join a religious sect and break up with his girl friend.

I am giving the gardening a bit of a rest, mainly because I have got up this morning and my wrists are swollen and my hands full of pins and needles. So the oven is going to get the good clean I have been promising it.


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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

Oscar Wilde

Take me back today is…

I spent yesterday lay in the garden having an archaeological dig and no they didn’t help, they were far to busy chasing each other up and down trees.


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Law of Close Encounters – The probability of meeting
someone you know increases dramatically when you are with someone you don’t want to be seen with.

Todays take me back

Last of the Bank Holidays, I don’t know where the year as gone. Today we have been married 19 years, but plans for the day have had to be changed, hubby’s mom rang to said she wanted to come up to see sis-in-law so hubby as to go and collected her.

Saturday I spent in the garden, cutting back and removing trees and Sunday it was off to the pictures/movies/flicks for a bit of school boy humour in the form of The Inbetweeners’ which was very funny in a school boy humour sort of way.

Have a great Bank Holiday.


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Midlife has hit when you stand naked in front of the mirror and can see your rear end without turning around.

Todays take me back

Where did “piss poor” come from ?
We older people need to learn something new every day..
just to keep the grey matter tuned up.

Where did “Piss Poor” come from?
Interesting History.
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot
and then once a day it was taken and sold to the tannery…
.if you had to do this to survive you were “Piss Poor”.
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot…
they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” and were the lowest of the low.
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature
isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be.

Here are some facts about the 1500s

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May,
and they still smelled pretty good by June. However, since they were starting to smell,
brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor.
Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water.
The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water,
then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children.
Last of all the babies.
By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.
Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath.
It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals
(mice, bugs) lived in the roof.
When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.
Hence the saying, “It’s raining cats and dogs.”
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.
This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings
could mess up your nice clean bed.
Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection.
That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt.
Hence the saying, “Dirt poor.” The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery
in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing.
As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door,
it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.
Hence: a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren’t you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.
Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables
and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers
in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day.
Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.
Hence the rhyme:
“Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old”.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.
When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off.
It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.”
They would cut off a little to share with guests
and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter.
Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food,
causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes,
so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status.
Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle,
and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky.
The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days.
Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.
They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around
and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up.
Hence the custom; “of holding a wake”.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people.
So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave.
When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks
on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive.
So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin
and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.)
to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be,
“saved by the bell” or was “considered a dead ringer”.

And that’s the truth.
Now, whoever said History was boring!!!
So get out there and educate someone! ~~~
Share these facts with a friend.
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering,
‘What the heck happened?’

We’ll be friends until we are old and senile.
Then we’ll be new friends.
it gives your face something to do!

🙂 🙂

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Don’t be afraid to take big steps. You can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps David Lloyd George

Todays take me back

Look the trees have started to change, click on the picture for a better look, you can see the rain on the leaves.

I am making no excuses I like the Muppets

Did you have a kaleidoscope as a child. I did and loved it, and here’s one to play on now, just move your cursor around.

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Whenever you see a successful business, someone once made a courageous decision – Peter Drucker


Todays take me back

and a joke

A frog walks into a band and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack .

” Miss Whack , I’d like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday.”

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it’s okay, he knows the bank manager.

Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.

The frog says, “Sure. I have this,” and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explains that she’ll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.

She finds the manager and says, “There’s a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral.”

She holds up the tiny pink elephant. “I mean, what in the world is this?”

(folks, you’re gonna luv this)

The bank manager looks back at her and says…

“It’s a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan, His old man’s a Rolling Stone.”


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At Last


A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in. unknown


Take me back music

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YEA it’s here the rain.

I spent a few hours in the garden yesterday, but there’s not much hope today, it rained most of the night, hard rain that made rivers in the road, it has slowed down now but the liquid sunshine is still falling, I can hear the garden sighing.

So my plan of action for today is to tidy the pantry, a job I have been going to do for weeks now.


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As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.

Oscar Wilde

Todays bit of take me back is from Tommy. A great film and album, even if it did leave you feeling very uneasy.

Catastrophe in the garden!

And these things don’t half hurt when they fall on your head!


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An ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination.


So here is another it takes me back bit of music.

Where is it then? They said we would wake up to it, they said it would come over night, they said it would be heavy, they said, they said… It’s bone dry, not a drop, not a drip, not a splash. Rain that is, they promised us rain, I got quite excited, my garden got quite excited. *TUT*

Dr Who is back on Saturday, I wonder if we will find out who the good man Riversong kills is. I know there’s a line of thought that it is the Doctor, but it can’t be because Riversong dies saving the Doctors life in ‘The Library’ So she can’t kill him before she saves him and can’t kill him after she is dead, it can’t be Rory because he has already been killed once, turned into a living plastic roman soldier, and is now human again, (something to do with a fracture in time), and is Riversongs dad. Come on keep up.

I can’t believe we are nearly at the end of August, and it’s Bank Holiday on Monday, where has the year gone, and I haven’t started my Christmas shopping yet! I always get my Christmas sprit in August however this year it’s not turned up yet, mmmmm, wonder where that’s got to.

Oil prices are coming down does this mean gas and petrol prices will too? hahahahahahaha dream on.


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OK Hands up

if you remember these (me)

if you sang along (me)

if you had a little dance (me)

if you thought you were in your teens again (me)

hahahahahahaha we are a sad bunch!

I am still busy in the garden well it is that time of the year.

But I thought I would start all my blogs with a bit of music that takes me back to when I was young, and thin, and wrinkle free, and thought I was a pop-star, come on you know you thought you were too!


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