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» Tightwads
Top Tips...
Reading my nan's "Take a Break" magazine I found the section where readers send in money-saving ideas...
"When out shopping I often pay for various items using gift vouchers I've bought for myself, that way I get a lovely blank card and envelope which are ideal for Birthdays."
Seriously, why bother?
(Fri 24th Oct 2008, 0:40, More)
Top Tips...
Reading my nan's "Take a Break" magazine I found the section where readers send in money-saving ideas...
"When out shopping I often pay for various items using gift vouchers I've bought for myself, that way I get a lovely blank card and envelope which are ideal for Birthdays."
Seriously, why bother?
(Fri 24th Oct 2008, 0:40, More)
» * PFFT *
Not me but a friend...
Quite a few years ago now was telling us what she'd been up to at the weekend, on the way to school.
She'd been for a walk with her family, at some point her dad asked her to tie his shoelace for her. Call it the innocence of youth or something but she didn't think there was anything odd about this request and bent down to do it, quick as a flash the "dirty bastard" (her words not mine) turned around and let one go right in her face.
He thought it was hilarious. She described it as the most disturbing thing that had happened in her life so far.
(Tue 17th Jul 2007, 18:11, More)
Not me but a friend...
Quite a few years ago now was telling us what she'd been up to at the weekend, on the way to school.
She'd been for a walk with her family, at some point her dad asked her to tie his shoelace for her. Call it the innocence of youth or something but she didn't think there was anything odd about this request and bent down to do it, quick as a flash the "dirty bastard" (her words not mine) turned around and let one go right in her face.
He thought it was hilarious. She described it as the most disturbing thing that had happened in her life so far.
(Tue 17th Jul 2007, 18:11, More)
» Cringe!
Long Goodbye
This is going to make me sound socially retarded but here goes; I've always hated it when it's time to leave extended family gatherings or any other social occasion that my parents have dragged me to over the years, where I don't know the people involved very well... and it's not because I don't want to go!
Nope, it's down to the prickley kiss goodbye from an aged and unfortunately bearded great-aunt, an embrace from a distant uncle or that horrible kiss on each cheek thing (which I've always found cringeworthy in itself- you can barely get away with it if you actually are French, for god's sake!) favoured by pretentious colleagues of my Mum's.
Which brings me nicely to a few weeks ago when it came to saying goodbye to a cousin who I'd previously not seen for four or five years. I lent in to give him a hug goodbye, he seemed to be going for a peck on a cheek- you know when you bump into someone on that street and you both do that funny little dance to try and get past each other (ooo another cringeworthy experience!)? It seemed to happen like that... only with our heads. I think he thought I was trying to pucker up for some sort of hideous cousin snog!
Why oh why can't we go back to the Victorian times where a simple handshake or wave was completely acceptable as opposed to an unwelcome personal space invasion by people we barely know?!
(Sat 29th Nov 2008, 16:44, More)
Long Goodbye
This is going to make me sound socially retarded but here goes; I've always hated it when it's time to leave extended family gatherings or any other social occasion that my parents have dragged me to over the years, where I don't know the people involved very well... and it's not because I don't want to go!
Nope, it's down to the prickley kiss goodbye from an aged and unfortunately bearded great-aunt, an embrace from a distant uncle or that horrible kiss on each cheek thing (which I've always found cringeworthy in itself- you can barely get away with it if you actually are French, for god's sake!) favoured by pretentious colleagues of my Mum's.
Which brings me nicely to a few weeks ago when it came to saying goodbye to a cousin who I'd previously not seen for four or five years. I lent in to give him a hug goodbye, he seemed to be going for a peck on a cheek- you know when you bump into someone on that street and you both do that funny little dance to try and get past each other (ooo another cringeworthy experience!)? It seemed to happen like that... only with our heads. I think he thought I was trying to pucker up for some sort of hideous cousin snog!
Why oh why can't we go back to the Victorian times where a simple handshake or wave was completely acceptable as opposed to an unwelcome personal space invasion by people we barely know?!
(Sat 29th Nov 2008, 16:44, More)
» Tightwads
The thought that counts..
My last Birthday was my 21st, my family and I had agreed to celebrate my 18th as my “special birthday” and so I wasn’t expecting much in the way of presents.
I wasn’t surprised to open an empty card from my Dad’s only sister and her husband, who are easily the richest people in our family, live in a massive house and have holiday homes abroad. They decided “to stop with the Birthday and Christmas shenanigans” when my sister and two cousins turned 18. It doesn’t bother me; we don’t see them often and so don’t know them as well as our other aunties and uncles-it seems fair enough.
I was however, surprised and touched to receive two completely unexpected cards one from a neighbour who moved away five years ago and fifteen pounds in a card from the widow of my Dad’s ex work colleague from when we used to live 200 miles away, 15 years earlier.
(Sat 25th Oct 2008, 16:03, More)
The thought that counts..
My last Birthday was my 21st, my family and I had agreed to celebrate my 18th as my “special birthday” and so I wasn’t expecting much in the way of presents.
I wasn’t surprised to open an empty card from my Dad’s only sister and her husband, who are easily the richest people in our family, live in a massive house and have holiday homes abroad. They decided “to stop with the Birthday and Christmas shenanigans” when my sister and two cousins turned 18. It doesn’t bother me; we don’t see them often and so don’t know them as well as our other aunties and uncles-it seems fair enough.
I was however, surprised and touched to receive two completely unexpected cards one from a neighbour who moved away five years ago and fifteen pounds in a card from the widow of my Dad’s ex work colleague from when we used to live 200 miles away, 15 years earlier.
(Sat 25th Oct 2008, 16:03, More)
» When Animals Attack
Never beep your car horn at livestock when they are blocking the road…
...is a lesson my impatient Grandad learnt after a dozen frightened cows “opened fire” giving his blue fiesta a lovely brown paint job by all accounts!
(Mon 28th Apr 2008, 14:30, More)
Never beep your car horn at livestock when they are blocking the road…
...is a lesson my impatient Grandad learnt after a dozen frightened cows “opened fire” giving his blue fiesta a lovely brown paint job by all accounts!
(Mon 28th Apr 2008, 14:30, More)