Good afternoon from a very rainy day in England. The heavens
have opened as my Mum used to say! The sounds of the drops are interrupted by
noises coming from my kitchen. Not sounds of preparations for a delightful
dinner, but my dishwasher and washing machine. I looked at the weather and it’s
not like if I wait to do the laundry tomorrow or Sunday I will be able to get
it hung out in my garden, nope, rain is forecast for the next three days. So,
the dryer it is.
Last night we went to the pub quiz. Haha. Oops. We kind of
came last. Well, I say kind of, because we were joint last with three other
teams. Oh, the questions were ridiculously difficult yesterday. The picture quiz
my friend is great at describing people and as I have said before, as long as
the person looked like that twenty years ago when I could see, I have a chance.
But yesterday? I don’t know where they got those people from. My Husband takes
it so seriously, I love it and don’t care if we come last or not, when I say he
takes it seriously, I don’t mean the quiz as in getting the answers right, I mean
he gets mad at how he can’t answer the questions. Then he just gives up and
drinks his beer. My other friend is good at the quiz but he is there for the
beer too. My friend and I are different. We are not bothered about the drinking
good job as the soft drinks are rather revolting, so cheap they are almost like
water. But the boys say the beer is second to none. It’s that kind of pub, selling
that kind of beer and they sell it at a very low price. They serve supper, it’s
quaint I do love it.
My friend, she has to put an answer in the box even if it’s
wrong because she hates gaps. She’s
really good too, so, why do we do so badly? Because of many reasons. One, the
other groups are bigger. Two, the others have been coming for years. And three,
they blooming cheat, sorry, but they have to. The same team wins every single
week and by a mile too. One thinks the iPhone is being used. And the questions
are not just general knowledge, they are so obscure.
The people are so
very friendly in there, it’s really like stepping back forty years. I think it’s
been forty years since the place was cleaned too mind hahaha. It’s not the
cleanest of places and when I’m eating my supper, I have to forget that. It’s
funny as at home and if I go to a restaurant or café, I have to know the place
is clean, I only eat at friends houses who I know are clean, but this pub? It’s
an exception, it’s my weekly live and let live and stop being such a prude. For
two and a half hours I’m someone else, not squeaky-clean Jean the domestic
machine. Smile.
Hubs birthday coming up. I suspect he will be working on
that day though. I don’t think we are going out for a meal this year, if we are
it will be a last-minute thing, as I don’t have anything planned. Next year is
his big 5 0
I really don’t have a clue what to do for that. He isn’t a
party person, I guess we may go somewhere for a break, by the time it gets to
this time of year, he is really tired with working and he hasn’t had a break /
holiday this year, so his batteries are running low. But bless him, he battles
on.
Oh, get this, someone the other day said something to me
that didn’t shock me, as a person of my age, (32)
Shush
I have heard a lot when it concerns my eyesight, or lack of
it. But the other day was a corker.
“Will you stop texting me those crazy texts?””
I asked what crazy texts? He said the ones that keep saying
things like
“Did you see that TV program last night?”” And I’m not sure
what colour paint, to put on my bedroom walls.””
Well, my flabber has never been so gasterd. Apparently, he
can’t get his. Quotes, Head around the fact I write like a sighted person and
again quotes, it does his tree in!””
Well after a comment like that, I have to think of the worst
most what some sighted people must think we write like text and send it to him.
At 7.03 this morning I caught up with social media as you do
at that time of morning. The first post I read was stomach churning
cringeworthy skin crawling nastiness that I had to look up to see if it wasn’t
a joke.
It wasn’t.
So, are you ready for this? Seriously I firstly think this
should be illegal and secondly the people who want it done should all be sent
to be experimented on rather than animals for research into treatments for
blindness. The people who do this act, should be fined enormously and then sent
to jail. Parents watch out for your kids.
Ready for this? Stop eating your food or you may be sick. I’m
writing about it because I am outraged that such idiots exist when people would
do anything to see and maniacs take risks to be blinded. I think the people who
do this and have it done should be under the close watch of specialists and be
locked up for everyone’s sake for life.
(Eyeball Tattooing)
Yes, you read correctly. People are getting the whites of
their eyes tattooed. It’s sick. But during my research today I also discovered other
revolting sinful acts that people have done. Of deranged, disgusting, damaging torturous
things that people have done to their boddies.
Cartilage removal
Ear pointing, Oh my goodness. Just give these people to the
lions, please.
Nullo? I think this means when you get your tissue removed
from your belly button and your nipples removed.
Scarification, scratching, burning/branding or cutting
designs into the skin. So, getting someone else to self-harm I guess.
On my brief research, today I came across an article that
taught me that eyeball tattooing has been around for a couple of thousand
years, but for medical reasons. Here is the link.
I shall go now and catch up with my work. I have some
writing to do and emails to answer. I shall return hopefully with a much nicer
blog, as I find this one well, the ending has been disturbing, but surely as
parents, we can influence our children and educate them, well, to be more
educated?
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