Well, this blog will make you smile, yep, at my expense. Haha.
Hello to Kosovo, Aruba, Belgium, Egypt, Ireland, Turkey,
Germany, US, UK, Spain, hi Spain, it’s been a while since you showed up on the
stats, great to have you back, maybe you have been coming back but haven’t showed
up on my statistics. Canada, Norway, India, Germany and the Netherlands.
Throughout the day I have been checking the stats, so I got the top ten readers
and when I refreshed, other countries came up. Great to have you here.
A very happy birthday to PJ. I hope you have had a great
day. And a very big congratulations to Laura and Ian on your wedding!
Isn’t it funny when you are a child you can’t wait for your
birthday, but as an adult you would rather forget it? And when you get married,
you think the first year is the most exciting an yet it’s probably the most
challenging. Especially if you haven’t lived together beforehand.
Hub and I have been watching our favourite series on BBC 1
tonight. It’s called The Real Marigold Hotel. After the movie but this is real
famous people, well, people who used to be popular… They are now pensioners, so
have been off our TV for some years . It’s to see if they could live in India.
It follows their lives in India for five weeks. Most of them haven’t met before
hand, but get to know one another throughout the show. We absolutely love it. I
love the wonderful Indian people, though in this series, the noise in the
streets/roads was just too much. In previous shows, it’s been quite peaceful
apart from may be one week where it shows the noise of India. As tonight’s show
took some of the well-known faces and in our case, voices by taxi, one of them
joked and said in the movies, they say as they get into a taxi. “Follow that
car but in India, it’s followed that cow!””
Just then the camera obviously went onto show what we as
those who can’t see, heard… or, herd…. The sound of a cow mooing.
For English students, to hear something, is heard, h, e, a, r, d
A group of cows is pronounced the same but you spell it h e
r d
The program is a real escape from our lives. In previous
series, they have had all good people but added someone controversial to in my
opinion, spoil the mood. But this year, all of the people got on well and as I said
to Hub, most reality shows in our country have to have some kind of bad
behaviour or nasty bitchy words, but this year we have watched this program
with peace in our hearts. Why do we have to have controversy? They put an actress
in the series who I thought was going to be a real madam, but it turned out
though she came across as quite rude at times, was actually nice. And got on so
well with all the celebrities. I did wonder if the makers of the show were disappointed
by this? As most shows now, days sadly have to have some grit in it, as that is
what we are programmed to like now. and that is a real shame. If there was kinder programs or words on our
TV, then I am sure people like sheep would copy what they see. I wish we could
go back to the innocent days. I mean Hub and I were watching a so-called
comedian and he said three swear words before the so called 9 o clock watershed.
This was a cut off time set out as law some years ago but sadly we in the UK
seemed to have just let that go. It’s where you are not supposed to hear or see
anything that could be considered offensive before nine in the evening… Well,
by 8 0 7, three words on BBC 1, were used that were not appropriate in my
opinion…
Every program now has to have swearing, sex, violence. Why? Why
can’t we go back to the days when nice people were portrayed? If my dear Mum
could see what is on our screens now days, she would be so very shocked. She never
swore and my Dad was far from violent. He was a true English Gent. And so soft
by nature.
Anyway, here is a link to a clip from the series.
Hub is travelling four hours again tomorrow. For a four-hour
meeting and sadly next week he’s staying away overnight. We have a long weekend
before that though, in England, it’s bank holiday Monday, so, we are all off work
on Monday. Well, some of us, I’m sure there are still people who work on that
day, if it hadn’t been my Sons day off work, he would have been working.
My friend from India and one of our Bloggets, sent me a
message today telling me he was on holiday, it was some kind of Muslim holiday
in India, he isn’t a Muslim, so I found it interesting that even those who are
not from that religion, have a holiday too! But then I thought. Hang on, we
have four Bank Holiday’s per year in England, and non of our household family members, work in a bank. Haha.
In my last blog I was telling you I had cooked my Son a
noodle dish. And, I really wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t my cup of tea. As we
say here. Or, my kind of food for sure as it had BBQ sauce and I hate that and
the tofu I used was smoked, again, I’m so not a fan of smoked food. Well my Son
absolutely loved it. But, I was keeping a small dishf or him for his supper and
as I turned to clean the work tops, I knocked the dish over. It went
everywhere. All that sauce too… thankfully the big amount was still in the pan,
it was the small dish that went all over… Well some of us have a Dyson vacuum.
I have a Waggson vacuum!
Yes, Waggatail was allowed in the kitchen to do her stuff…
Noodles gone in a second. Sauce enjoyed all off the floor. Then she was sent on
her way, I didn’t put her in the cupboard like a Dyson, then out came all the
wet wipes, paper towels and vacuum just to make sure it was all up. And it was,
as if my dog would let me down? Then the mop with disinfectant so my floor was
sparkling…. Oh, well, if only it was just, on my floor? Nope, it hit the work
top too. And underneath everything on my tops. I cleaned that up, then I remembered
that if you spill something on a work top, it will drip into drawers or
cupboards…. And that thought didn’t let me down either. I had to take
everything out and clean clean clean… then do all the floor again. I have a
large glass work top saver. Can you believe the noodles got under that? How? It’s
so flat on the kitchen top. Oh, talking of kitchens. Well, OK, not blind cooks,
moving on from that, days ago I noticed out of my very expensive posh knife
block, which by the way I got half price in a sale, there was a knife missing,
scary. Okay, the day before I told my Son I was getting rid of it as he was
using it… “Mum, if it’s not there to use, what is the point of it?””
Me, it looks good.
BW. “Mum, seriously, that’s not normal.””
Me. Since when have you known me be normal?
Well, I left the room before he got chance to answer.
Hub was annoyed that the knife was missing. Why, I asked,
trying to take the edge off the atmosphere? Seriously, you could have cut it
with a knife…
His tongue was sharp….
I continued. You said the other day, you were going to bin
the whole thing as you were worried about BW cutting himself. He replied. Yes,
but where is the missing knife? Well, we all looked. No knife. As I said, BW is
the only one who uses that block. We use the old one which isn’t half as sharp
as the posh one… I am amazed you can get away with selling such weapons…
Fast forward five days…. Hub found the knife. Thank goodness
not on the floor somewhere, or on the sofa… or in BW’s bedroom, where we did
wonder…. So, guess where it was? Go on, guess?
I shall give you some clues. We checked every cupboard,
drawer and kitchen pot. Lifted everything up from the work tops and put back. Checked
everywhere behind the microwave lifting that up, good time to clean under
there. Even under the cooker on the floor. The fridge. And I stopped when it
came to the freezer, I even checked the oven. Windowsill. Nowhere, but we found
it…
One last chance, guess where it was? No, not the dishwasher,
but…. ….. …..
Only the piggin knife block!
Okay, you are now all thinking I’m either mad or I have
proven to you all I’m officially blind…. Well as is our Son then…. We felt the
missing space. I was cleaning it and I get the cloth in the sections and there
was a knife missing from one of the sections…. Very nice, Fifi, well, why not
check out if there could be two knives in one hole?
Hehehehehehehehehe.
Yep, there was. Oh, my goodness….
And on that note, if you think you are a cut above the rest,
drop me an email and I shall have a laugh with you…
See yet tomorrow!
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