Monthly Archives: May 2007

I won’t be popular for this

Yes I am an old biddy; very few out there would disagree.

Although I am now officially a pensioner, I have had several years to become used to this situation due to ill health. I miss the work place and the camaraderie of work colleagues. I always liked routine and as a morning person I never had difficulty getting up early.

I was a committed worker and treated those around me with respect and always felt I was fairly paid for the work I did. I came across folk who were expert at playing shuffle the paperwork as well as the system. There were those who spent the day on the phone and we learned without eavesdropping what empty lives they had. Some had a phobia about work and others used every excuse under the sun to take time off. There were those like myself who worked to their full potential and grew with the experience.

Most of my working years were before ‘equal pay for work of equal value’. Men were always paid more than the women and we accepted this or were told to move on as there were plenty other folk out there just waiting for our jobs.

In fact in my early days women in the Civil Service and the teaching profession had to resign when they got married. They only returned if they were widowed. There were no allowances for unmarried mothers, and no young mothers jumping the queue to grab the pick of the holidays.

You might think I sound critical or bitchy about working mothers. The reverse is the case – if they pulled their weight. I know of one individual who had the excuse of leaving her children off to school or the child minder and arrived 30 minutes after everyone else. Her first task was to charge her mobile phone on company time and electricity. Somehow she never managed to stay until official finishing time or to cover lunchtime. Magically her name was always first on the holiday list when it was produced. Women like her spoil matters for all women.

Now I like to see all workers fairly treated; the women as well as the men. This was brought home to be a short while ago while reading a post on Old Dog New Trick. Betty has some very interesting thoughts, so head on over there girls and have a read.

I am heading south for a few days so hope, pray and rattle the rosaries that ‘The Outfit’ fits my Elly.

Do you like Smarties?

A row of bottles on my shelf caused me to analyze myself.

One yellow pill I have to pop goes to my heart so it won’t stop.

A little white one that I take goes to my hands so they won’t shake.

The blue ones that I use a lot tell me I’m happy when I’m not.

The purple pill goes to my brain and tells me that I have no pain.

The capsules tell me not to wheeze or cough or choke or even sneeze.

The red ones smallest of them all goes to my blood so I won’t fall.

The orange ones, very big and bright prevent my leg cramps in the night.

Such an array of brilliant pills helping to cure all kinds of ills.

But what I’d really like to know is what tells each one where to go!

There’s always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it.

Today I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don’t hurt…

Do I listen to Pod casts?

Dario asked if I listened to a Podcast he takes part in. It is the ‘Jefferson Davis & Friends Podcast. The other participants are Brianf and Grandad. Dario is a first year University student at UCD in Dublin. Like all eighteen year-olds he is in a hurry to experience NOW all that the life of an adult holds. Dario hand on heart I can tell you that no adult has been able to do so. If it were possible to learn all there is to learn in your short life so far, think how boring the next 80 years might prove.

Yes, I have listened to your Podcast and did understand what you were saying. I have the patience to let my ears acclimatise to the sound of the various accents in a Podcast. Did you ever wonder why I spoke so slowly when making a Podcast? It is to allow folk who are unused to the sound of my voice to hear each word. If you speak at normal conversation speed it may not come over, across the airwaves.

Conn Ó Muíneacháin of Edgecast media:> was the official Pod-caster at the conference last weekend in Westport, Ireland. Terry Prone of Carr Communications was a speaker and she gives food for thought to all of us who seek to communicate. Terry is my vintage and she believes in what she does, and this means she gives a convincing message without us realising. You can link to it at (24MB, 41:14, MP3),

I have to admit that I was dependant on my voice to communicate all my working life. Folk heard me speak and sometimes never met me.

On one occasion a gentleman came into the office and I happened to be the first person he spoke to. I asked if I could help him. He said that he had an appointment with one of our director’s. I addressed him by name and said that he was expected, and to take a seat while I informed the director of his arrival. He called me back and said “I have never met you before; in fact I have never visited this office. How did you know my name?” I smiled and again addressed him by name saying “I speak to you on a regular basis by phone”.

At times I have difficulty putting a name to a person’s face. If I close my eyes and listen to them the name usually comes to me.

By the way Grandad’s voice was not how I imagined it at all. He sounds far to young to be a Grandad!

I suppose one of these days I will have to think of a subject to Podcast about.


I’m going to a Party. I was going to bring my friends. They might have fun. I know they want to go away for a few days.

Granny, Grandad & Sandy

I know Grandad has Whiskey I heard him boasting about it on a Podcast. If we are nice he might bring some. He makes some wild cocktails

Now for the cake:

Conortje have a good one!

Twenty Twelve and all that

With the Olympic Games coming to the UK in 2012 a new area of competition for Granddads has been announced. Admission will be by Bus Pass.

The following are some of the suggestions for the events:

1. Sag, You’re it.

2. Pin the Toupee on the Bald Guy.

3. 20 questions shouted into your good ear.

4. Kick the bucket.

5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over.

6. Doc, Doc, Goose.

7. Simon says something incoherent.

8. Hide and go pee.

9. Spin the Bottle of Bisodol.

10. Musical recliners.

Something for the Weekend…..

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin…

Do you like Scrabble?

The following might prove helpful.

Whatever you do, HIDE the last one from George.
















My long pause…

The past couple of weeks have proved rather busy for me. I am trying to finish all my sewing tasks for the wedding. I have Elly’s outfit ready for the final fitting and hopefully my calculations are not totally off the scale. I now need to make a cushion for the Ring bearer and a little bag for the Flower girl.

I have completed my own headgear and my bag for the day. My project for this afternoon is to make some decoration to hide my scrawny neck…. Alas sacks are forbidden….

These notes are by way of an apology for not posting or Podcasting more regularly. I have lurked and added the odd comment. I am depending on my store of amusing stories and graphics and hopefully they are keeping you interested until my time becomes my own again. Hang in there because like ‘Old Blue Eyes’ I will be making a come back!

So to keep you going:

Lucy spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.

On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.

On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candle-light, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviare, and a bottle of spring-water.

When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviare into the hollow of the curtain rods.

She then cleaned up the kitchen and left. When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days.

Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned.

Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked.

People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.

Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.

A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to re turn their calls.

Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

Lucy called her Ex and asked how things were going.

He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.

Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.

She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.

A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home………

And to spite the ex-wife, they even took the curtain rods!!!!!!

Life on the Bench

Relax I have not received, or for that matter am not likely to receive, an invitation to join those on the Birthday Honours list. So a future of snoozing of an afternoon on the leather benches in the House of Lords is not for me.

I am referring to a different type of bench.

According to an article in the Daily Mail today mobile phone users in a remote Devon village have literally worn-out a wooden bench on the village green because standing on it is the only way they can get a signal.

Now parish chiefs are building a special “phone throne” for villagers to climb onto so they can make mobile telephone calls.

Now that might be the place to set up residence.

  • Peaceful shops and restaurants….

  • Drivers with both hands on the steering wheel and full concentration on driving…

  • A perfect excuse not to answer my mobile.

I thought you had moved

This afternoon I met an acquaintance that I had not seen for months. His greeting was “I thought you had moved” The tone was almost as if he had said “Why are you still here”!

As I went on my way I tossed this over in my mind.

Was it time to really think of starting over somewhere else? If I did move where would I think of moving to? Dublin is not the place I left 30 years ago. I still have family and friends there but they, like me have moved on and have their own commitments and interests to fill their time. Would I see them any more than I do while living here in Northern Ireland?

It is not something to be hasty about so I will sleep on the matter and perhaps some suggestions from my blogging friends might throw some light on this situation.

Thank you for informing us…. 2

This is in reply to the comments on my last post.

Dario please hurry up and sort the world out.

Betty we need a licence for a TV and another one if we have a dog, but none for a cat, a rabbit or a baby! The world is crazy…

We have no cable TV where I live and would need something like this on the roof.

I know that in Dublin where Elly lives they have a provider of cable that covers the phone, internet and TV connection. Mind you the phone line is dreadful in my opinion. That is unless they jink it on purpose to get me off the line quickly. 😉

Nancy that pilot sounds like a guy I knew in the USAF.