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At the end of one long hot day and a hideous London special drive back from school, we arrived back at our house where a car I didn't recognise had been left parked in the middle of two spaces.
In the London suburbs, this isn't a hanging offence. It's a public-whipping-and-then-burning-at-the-stake offence.
Being in those days at the peak of my parallel parking powers, I reckoned I could still get into the half space this utter b*stard had left. With grit and luck and not being too fussy about "nudging" anyway. But I was not happy about having to do it and - "you get it from your father" - when enraged I can be quite vocal.
For the next five minutes the air of our otherwise peaceful street turned blue. I swept the range, from the driver's character and parentage to what I hoped would become of him and his kith and his kin and every enterprise he might ever embark on.
This tirade accompanied a steady rhythm of soft thumps as I engaged bumpers, paused and gradually rocked his car the necessary couple of inches forward.
"Mummy." I was surprised by Daughter 1's agonised whisper. She knew better than interrupt me in mid-rant, surely. "Mummy. He's still in there."
We had to slink past him to get into the house. His window was wound all the way down too. The poor man looked absolutely terrified.
The store was crowded and they had mostly 15 items and under lanes open and so there was a bit of a wait at the checkout
Normally, I wouldn't mind, but since I had gone without lunch and am still on soft foods, I was feeling less than charitable when a customer with handful of items asked if she could go before me
Unlike CM, who is gracious in her remarks, I suggested she might want to go to one of the many lines for small orders
I guess next, I'll be yelling at the neighbor whose tree is growing over the fence and into the electrical wires or the other neighbor whose bottlebrush (foul plant) is pushing the brick wall over or....
BUT. Need to get this off my chest.
Dear J....
Thank you for your email. Yes it is indeed delightful that the sun has at last put in an appearance.
It has been no trouble at all to cover your recent shifts in the hospital café, I have been pleased to do it and hope the visits to your elderly mother went well.
Regarding the list of away tennis match dates, however. May I suggest that you might like to reschedule the tennis rather than reschedule me?
Yours ever,
An allegory is a story with (count 'em) two levels of meaning. First, there's the surface of the story. You know, the characters and plot and all that obvious stuff. Then there's the symbolic level, or the deeper meaning that all the jazz on the surface represents.
Here are some examples of allegory in literature: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis is a religious allegory with Aslan as Christ and Edmund as Judas. Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser is a religious or moral allegory where characters represent virtues and vices.
Iron sharpens iron?
You have never sounded crazy or incoherrant, imo.
Period.
Would the Viking tolerate a tie-dyed sheet?
Sorry about the green sheet. Did the Viking even notice?
so when staff changed her bed this week she quickly washed the only fitted sheet left as housekeeping had gone home -
kind of her but she bleached the pretty green sheet which is now kinda pee yellow
My dH orders "special order" always at In N Out, so our order comes after 3-4 people who ordered behind us.
So, it is not us.....it's them.
It reminds me of a Hospice nurse we had for 16 months that I offered her a coke one morning and then she wanted one every time she came and some mornings I had to race up to the gas station in my pj's to get her one because she came to expect it and it became a "thing" with her.
Asked the caregiver what she wanted, and she comes up with a special order off the menu - seriously ? 10 different burritos on the menu and she can't pick one of those
The Amazon drone delivery must have missed your porch and dropped it in your purse
I admit I don't use punctuation since I'm index finger typing on an iPad - I do try to use space between sentences
If I sound crazy or incoherent then well .....
Yes, one hot mess!
CW, Agree totally.
I know that the "purse" thing is part of an ongoing conversation between posters.
It was intended to be funny.
This morning, when I was cleaning out my purse, there was a heavy, cast iron anvil in there, I have NO IDEA how that got in there!!
However, I don't think that Sue, or anybody, need put themselves down in order to appear "nice". She is not a "pea-brain" at all. It is quite a challenge for everyone to try interpreting what some posters are saying.
Has anyone noticed that these same posters write with no punctuations, run on sentences, sound really c r a z y, then write perfectly correct, making sense on another post? Could it be that some posts are from a different technology, such as computer vs. cell phone? OR, they are just on drugs?
What was I thinking, question mark?
This thread was started 9 mos. ago comma, period.
So sorry comma, that I was not nice enuff period.
I wrote: " So, say it all here. Air concerns, but be extremely kind-because everyone you meet is fighting an uphill battle." quotation marks, period.
I think comma, what I was trying to say comma, was to be kind to each other on here period.
Was I really mean comma, question mark? comma, or was I joking around comma, exaggerating comma, like I always do comma, question mark?
Sorry you missed it period. Were my thoughts all run together question mark?
Be kind to yourself too comma, Sue period. Doubt that you are a pea brain comma, at all exclamation mark!
Returning to the brat thread now.
You asked us to post about frustrations NICELY.
People, please use periods to separate your sentences. My poor pea brain can't absorb your thoughts that are all run together. I wind up clicking out of the thread cause it's too much trouble to chop it up.
There, was I nice enough?
It is likely too late for him to give his POA, DPOA to me.
In a few years, I will be needing a POA person.
Do you put something heavy in the purse first?
Your support means so much to me. It is really great to check in and see you wrote to me.
However, not sure I need a purse to solve the problem. If looks could kill, he would be.
I wish I had some helpful advice... on another thread Gershun was mentioning she has a big purse available to smack the clueless upside the head, shall we send her down?
Most everything now falls to me, as my responsibility.
I think that coping with so many responsibilities would be ok, without the added misinformation he brings, like throwing a wrench in the works. Maybe if I just stopped asking him, believing him, sharing with him.
I have been in the middle of cooking, he is causing trouble, so I turn off the fire and go into another room.