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Posted on 20 Jan 2013 13:08:48 GMT
Spock says:
Stu, if you are reading this, I want you to accept my apology for annoying you, but I want you to understand, it was not me voting down, I promise.

In reply to an earlier post on 20 Jan 2013 13:24:29 GMT
Stu says:
i believe you spock and accept my apologies too for upsetting you, so shall we carry on as normal forums and postings because i have been on other sites whilst away and not one person voted against me,so we can shake hands yes.

In reply to an earlier post on 20 Jan 2013 16:11:30 GMT
Scarlet Lady says:
My lovely Stu XX

Posted on 6 Feb 2013 13:09:02 GMT
Bearman says:
The lighter side of alzheimers: Having read some of the other threads I can see other people, like me, who have had their lives affected by people close to them suffering from alzheimers. In my case it was my father who died last year. It is a dreadful illness which can eat away at the person you love. In our case we were fortunate in that my father's personality never changed. His memory went and he lost certain mental barriers that prevent you and I from saying some things in polite company, which are best kept as fleeting thoughts.

Picture this: Christmas, about 4 or 5 years ago. There is my father sitting proudly at the end of the table looking round at the closest 12 members of the family - the feast is spread out on the table. He has one 30 yr old granddaughter (dumped by her boyfriend 2 days earlier) to his left, and his youngest granddaughter (about 14 yr old but looks even younger) to his right. Keep in mind that my father was a GP, so has always been interested in the family's health and wellbeing. Thanks to the alzheimers, he tended to ask the same question over and over.

The conversation went like this (names have been changed):

My father to the older granddaughter, "So Jenny, are you married yet?"
"No"
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No- I just split up with a boyfriend and I'm feeling a bit sensistive about it"
"Oh" - Pause "So tell me Jenny - how's your love life? Are you married yet"
"No"
"What about a boyfriend?"
"No and I don't want to talk about"
"Oh alright" - Pause "Jenny are you married yet?"
"No I'm not married yet and I don't have a boyfriend"
"Why? Are you frigid?"
Loud outcry from whole table telling him off. Dad looks confused, and possibly amused by the attention.
At this point Jenny can take no more, and to avoid getting any more annoyed, swaps places with her dad to end the conversation.
Dad then turns to his youngest niece, little Sally (picture a very slight, girly girl, with a squeeky voice and lack of self confidence.
Dad "So Sally, how old are you now"
"12"
"Really? You look so young! Have you had your period yet?"
Everyone shouts at dad, Sally slips away quietly to die some where out of site. "What have I done?" says dad in all innocence.

In reply to an earlier post on 6 Feb 2013 14:28:06 GMT
Last edited by the author on 6 Feb 2013 14:29:19 GMT
Charlie says:
lol, thanks for that bearman.
Reminds me of my maternal grandmother who also succumbed to dementia. A very well to do lady who prided herself on her manners and was such a strict disciplinarian that we dreaded going to visit. As children we weren't allowed to play or even talk in more than a whisper as it 'upset her nerves'. Anyway she was at a huge family dinner one day in the winter of her days, and she asked the waiter in her booming voice to change her meal as she was 'having trouble master bating' (I'm assuming she meant masticating!) Teehee, shouldn't laugh I guess but still (the space is to stop amazon whipping it off)

Posted on 6 Feb 2013 14:39:13 GMT
A. bailey says:
I think you have to laugh at the genuinely funny things Charlie to stop thinking about the bad ,looking after someone with Alzheimer's is so difficult .i went to babysit one evening for an 8 year old and was told that Granny was there who has alzeimers ,and would I mind taking her to the school firework display with the little boy .of course I lost her and spent half an hour looking.I 'd asked her to wait on a bench with the little boy ,while I got her some thing to drink,the boy wandered off and so did she..

Posted on 31 Jul 2013 14:19:03 BDT
I woke up in the early hours last night. There wasn't a breath of wind, and no sound at all, not even night bugs. Somewhere a church bell was tolling , don't know why, but the sound of the bell brought back memories.

I grew up close to the Solent and Southampton water. The shipping lanes were marked by bell buoys and light ships. Sometimes at night I could hear the bells ringing out mournfully if the wind was in the right direction. As I lay listening to the church bell last night, I thought of the sounds of new years eve. Every year we'd go to Hythe just before midnight. We'd wait on the waterfront and listen to the first chimes of Big Ben. As soon as the first 'dong' started the little fishing boats would start to hoot, and then the bigger boats would slowly join in. I presume there was some etiquette, which dictated the order they joined in. Half way through the submarines would start to 'whoop' and finally on the stroke of midnight the big ocean liners would join in with their deep hoots. The Queen were always in Southampton for New Year, sailing away on the next high tide.

Some years it would be thick fog, so then the boats all remained silent. Just the sound of fogs horns from boats moving around and the 'dong' from the bell buoys.

It's amazing the things that filter through you brain, in the middle of the night.

In reply to an earlier post on 31 Jul 2013 14:25:14 BDT
Bearman says:
That brought up a similar memory for me. For a while I lived in Burnham-on-Crouch on the Essex coast. Its a small town with just the one road going to it. Before that (and since) I have always lived outside of towns and villages, though near main roads, so I am used to certain level of background noise. In Burnham, traffic noises all stopped at the end of the evening rush hour and the nights were amazingly quiet. Lying in bed with the windows open I could hear the bell on the buoy near the entrance of the little marina. It was always particularly mournful sounding when it was foggy.

Posted on 31 Jul 2013 15:25:24 BDT
Yesterday I was watching a documentary and there was a steam train in it. Oh the sound of the chuff-chuff engine, and then the Doppler effect of the whistle! Ooo-OOOOOOOOOoooo....It all came back. When I was a kid I lived in a rail-freight hub town and the train line went along the other side of the road to bottom of our back garden. Growing up I couldn't go to sleep till the 10.30 had gone past. They weren't steam engines but they did a lot of backing and shunting at the roundhouse, a scant quarter mile away. DH was surprised when I sighed heavily and visibly relaxed when the train went by in the film and then I said, "Can we have that bit again please?"

In reply to an earlier post on 31 Jul 2013 15:42:08 BDT
Bearman says:
My 86 yr old mum goes misty eyed everytime she goes to the petrol station to fill the car - reminds her of the smell of the oil refineries near where she was brought up in Trinidad. There cannot be too many people who react to the smell of petrol like that!

Posted on 31 Jul 2013 15:52:20 BDT
I used to love the smell of petrol as a kid...now I don't even smell it. Is it my aging nose, or did the tank in my mum's car leak a bit? Sobering thought...

Posted on 1 Aug 2013 10:48:00 BDT
Bearman says:
Back in the early 1990's I was lucky enough to live in a semi detached cottage with my best friends living next door. We used to do everything together and spent as much time in each other's hosues as we did in our own.

On one occasion the neighbours decided to throw a dinner party for about 10 mutal friends, so naturally I was involved, and was delegated to do number of cooking tasks in my own kitchen as there was not enough room next door. Well, we ate the starter and all was going well. They took the ducks out of their oven and handed me the roasting tins with juices, and the exact quantities of other ingredient that I needed to make this very special sauce that they had found the recipe for (its so long ago that I cant remember what was special about it). So I tottered back to my house, with one of the guests (another mate into cooking), and we lovingly prepared the sauce following the instruction precisely (quite an achievement considering the amount we had been drinking). The two baking trays were decanted into a large saucepan for the finishing steps (I seem to remember spending some time carefully whisking something into the pan). When the sauce was ready, (and tasting wonderful) I picked up the saucepan to take back next door and promptly dropped it on the floor - some of the sauce actually hit the cealing and the rest was distributed up the sides of the cupboards, and across the floor matting (much to my dog's delight). There was a moment of silence as my mate and I stared at each other in disbelief, before the hysterical laughter started. What was I going to do? There were no more meat juices, I'd used all the special ingredients that had been given to me in exact quantities, and everyone next door were waiting to be served. Well there was a tiny bit of sauce left in the pan, I scaped a bit more off the work surfaces, and then I dived into the kitchen cupbaord and put a bit of everything I could find into the saucepan, and just invented something from scratch. We took the results back to the dinner party, where the host announced this very special sauce with a great fanfare explaining where the recipe was from etc etc. It was probably the alcohol, but everyone lavished the host with praise for this special recipe sauce while my mate and I tried hard to stifle the sniggering. I have never told my friends what happened that night - to be honest they wouldn't mind, but it is a great private joke with my mate who witnessed what happened, and gives us a real laugh every time we all get together. Especially as the neighbour friend has mentioned many times over the years how he has never been able to recreate the sauce as well as we did it the first time.

Posted on 29 Oct 2013 14:11:51 GMT
Hello folks, glad to see everybody is around. Got back last week, but it's been a bit hectic since then. We went on holiday on the same day our last clients left, so I only had time to lock up and empty the bins before we left. All the rooms are stripped and clean now, just wading though the piles of washing. H also has three hospital visits in seven days so that is slowing things down.

Had a lovely holiday, saw all the UK family, some we haven't seen for years.

What we loved most was the variety of big trees,just starting to turn colour. In Portugal most trees are evergreen or lose their leaves without changing colour. What really amazed me was the amount of unpicked fruit there for the taking. Apples, crab apples, sweet chestnuts, blackberries, sloes, elderberries and rose hips. When we lived in the UK these were always picked, only those found at the very tops of the trees escaped from the pickers. We could have filled the boot of the car every time we went out, and quickly. We only saw one couple picking in the whole two weeks. There was also a lot of wasted road kill. Again it was something we always stopped for. It was always fresh as everybody made the most of a free meal. There were pheasants, rabbits and wood pigeons by the side of the road everyday. All our neighbours would stop and pick up whatever they could find. If they didn't want it they gave it away. One year we were given a haunch of venison, from a deer that had been killed and left, and another time we picked up a pig when the car in front killed it but didn't stop.

Admittedly if you watched HFW the other night, you may have been put off from collecting road kill, but that was very staged! It was raining, he said, but the rabbit was dry, and it was fresh. Even when he gutted it, it was still fresh, not stinking as he said.

But now we're back in Portugal, where we never see road kill that could be eaten, unless you fancy cat or dog, and for some reason owl.

In reply to an earlier post on 29 Oct 2013 14:20:06 GMT
Hi Happy,

Glad your hols were good.

We normally go fruit picking. There are lots of brambles near to me and where my sister lives there are even more. Elderberries as well as rosehips too. We get a lot. Tasty and free.

I caught that bit of HFW by chance. Wasn't convinced by the "convenient find" either.

In reply to an earlier post on 29 Oct 2013 14:34:17 GMT
Bearman says:
Welcome home Happy.

Funny enough I have two road kill Muntjac fillets in my freezer :-) This year has been incredible for fruit - plenty of people pick them round here, but there has been more than we can cope with! Blackberries, elderberries and sloes in particular. I now have a freezer full of blackberries and elderberries, and a cupboard full of sloe gin, elbderberry liquer and blackberry whiskey all steeping away in bottles.

In reply to an earlier post on 29 Oct 2013 14:42:17 GMT
Anything that can be fermented, will be, eh. :-D

Posted on 29 Oct 2013 15:12:40 GMT
pixie says:
Hi Happy! nice to have you back...people here pick all the fruit and there are plenty of nice souls who put windfalls out for free!

Hope hubby is well?

Posted on 29 Oct 2013 15:12:43 GMT
I was longing to be able to collect up everything I saw, but the apartment we rented was a bit 'posh'. Not really suited to vast amounts of peelings, etc, not to mention fur, feather and entrails. If we'd be staying longer I would have been tempted to bottle the fruit and ship it back.

In reply to an earlier post on 29 Oct 2013 15:15:37 GMT
pixie says:
Then it would sit in the pantry for six years! Hahah!

Posted on 29 Oct 2013 15:19:38 GMT
Hey, Happy! Good to see you again! Glad you had some nice hols.
I have a new student coming today to discuss when and how many hours he wants. Friend of a student who had a baby in August...something tells me she won't be back. She thought 3 kids would be as easy as 2...not when they're all under five, I guess!

In reply to an earlier post on 29 Oct 2013 15:22:01 GMT
Not with H about Pixie. He's a pudding man. Loves all the tradiitonal things. He will only eat fish if he gets a pudding, and he adores the sour fruits with custard of course.

Posted on 29 Oct 2013 15:23:38 GMT
What a daunting thought Ori, three little ones under five. It's bad enough with one. Shouldn't think you get a moment to yourself.

Posted on 29 Oct 2013 15:25:22 GMT
Yeah, she told me the last time we talked, "I want to come back, I just don't know what month that will be." Often when a student bails on the class they feel guilty and find someone else to send in their place!!

Posted on 21 Nov 2013 09:54:40 GMT
Bearman says:
Couldn't work out which thread was best to post this confession, so I thought I would give "Anecdotes" a go.

It seems that this morning, a certain person who left the house early, finished off the milk and bread. (Perhaps I should have gone shopping yesterday) I was not about to make myself a cooked breakfast on a weekday, so........(don't look at me)........I had a slice of Nigella's Guinness Chocolate Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting for breakfast. Now I'm fighting the urge to go back for another slice.

Posted on 21 Nov 2013 10:34:36 GMT
That's the trouble of working from home, Bear. Suffer from it myself. That's why I never bake anymore.

Here's an anecdote: I have 2 bank cards, one for the supermarket etc. and one for savings. Decided to pay for our superb lunch yesterday from savings, but instead of bringing me a machine it was signing the chit, no pin number needed. So today I go to the supermarket and they turn down my usual card. PANIC!! I knew I should have at least 20 Euros more in my account than what we spent...so I paid with the other account's card.

Turns out I reflexively gave them my usual shopping card at the Parador...but HOW did I have enough money to pay for the bill? I did though, checked online and it had gone through.
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