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Run That By Me Again ….. ?

I’ve seen some strange things written in newspapers, where it is clear that the writer, and indeed the proofreader, didn’t look at the whole meaning of the sentence and these two seem to take the biscuit.

Having read an article online some months ago, about a fatal stabbing in a supermarket, the article went on to say that another person has a cut to his finger but they ‘don’t think it’s connected’. What did ‘don’t think it’s connected’ mean? Not connected to the hand or not connected to the fatal incident?

Today, again in an online newspaper, regarding the rape charges being brought against the footballer, Adam Johnson, I have just read that ‘he faces a significant jail term after he was found guilty of one count of sexual contact with a child at Bradford Crown Court’. Do rapes actually happen in courts, as this is what this sentence says?

This is why work should be checked and checked again for, a sentence which may make sense to you might not actually say what you meant it to say.

All hail the proofreader (but was there one in these two cases?)

Thick Toilet Paper or Thin Toilet Paper – that is the question.

I don’t ask a lot of life and the smallest of things give me pleasure and that’s why, when I started paying a little more for toilet roll, I felt as though I had cone up in the world. Mmm, cushioned toilet paper and with a design I liked but, alas, a programme on UK television last week (The Wright Stuff) had a discussion on the aforesaid necessity and it seems that buying the thicker stuff means more trees have to go the journey. I’m still trying to get my head round how the thinner paper will be a more friendly option, as surely I will have to use more (squares) to achieve the same result ….. .

I think I’ll go and have a look at that bidet in my bathroom, to see how it works …. .


For those with access to UK television, I wonder if you watched Cyberbullying on channel 4 last night (15 January)? It was just over one hour in length and all of it took place in a teenage girls’ bedroom. Basically, the computer took over and the girl became controlled by someone who had hacked into her system. It was one hour in that girl’s life and it was quite frightening to think that these things can happen to such vulnerable people. Go and watch it if you can …. .

I Don’t Know How to Turn on the Telly


And it seems I’m not alone.

I was watching a series on television last night and the man, whose wife had left him, asked her if she would come back to him, as he didn’t know how to switch the television on.

Oh dear, I better start being extra nice to my hubby, as I could find myself with the same problem.

You see, we  live in Spain, in an area where you can’t get Sky TV but we’ve come across a nifty little device which, via an unlimited internet connection, will allow you to see all of those wonderful UK programmes, as well as US, Turkish and many more.

And it’s not easy.  Okay, it’s called streaming and I understand the principle but, when you find yourself accidentally back into your stand alone Spanish channels, it’s not easy to get back into the streaming system.

Mmm …. I’ll cater to his every whim …. .


The Definition of ‘Faith’

I’ve just downloaded a book I found on Kindle, one of those that was first published over one hundred years ago, and found an amazing description of the word faith:-

Faith is the head chemist of the mind.  When faith is blended with the vibration of thought, the subconscious mind instantly picks up the vibration, translates it into its spiritual equivalent and transmits it to infinite intelligence, as in the case of a prayer.

And faith isn’t only about prayer.  It’s about anything which you have a great desire for and wish to commit yourself to, making it your new future route through life.  So, it could be a profession, a desire to become rich by some idea of your own, or maybe to achieve success with a qualification or a job etc. etc..

All you have to do is believe you already have it and act accordingly.  I know you’re getting a sniff of the law of attraction here and you could be right.  So start making plans for your main goal and let me know when you arrive there.


Do Clothes Maketh a Man / Woman?

I am sure you will have heard the phrase the ‘clothes do not maketh a man’, implying that you can’t make yourself important simply by dressing so. Then there’s ‘you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear’ and ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ etc. etc.. So, we are who we are and I can live with that. Yet, I’ve just had the strangest of experiences over the last week, which remind me of a similar experience I had around 1990 and, in both of these, it was the clothes that made the memory important.

In 1990, my partner was a man who proved to be incredibly jealous and, in my job as a supervisor in a civil service office, I had responsibility for both men and women. Now, this didn’t go down well with (let’s call him) Chump, for want of a better name. As time passed, jealousy raised its head and I realised that, if I wanted to talk abut my day, Chris(topher) was going to have to be Chris(tine) and so on. I hate anything close to my neck (I always say that I must have been hanged in an earlier life ….) but ‘v’ necks were ruled out in favour of round necks, while skirts became about ten inches longer (knee-length to maxi).

When I eventually saw sense, and called a halt to that stressful and, indeed, dangerous, relationship, it dawned on me that I had indeed changed my wardrobe for clothes that I didn’t feel good in. Needless to say, when I realised this, I went back to wearing what made me feel good about myself.

Well, last week, something happened. After almost nine years of living in Spain, I now realise that I need to live in England again. When we came here in February 2006 to live in the countryside of Spain, Hubby and I said that we hoped we would never find ourselves dressing the same. Our neighbours work in the fields, old women push wheelbarrows and herd cows and, naturally, they wear old clothes day in and day out.

Well, somewhere along the line of time, I think Hubby and I both lost the plot. We stopped dressing up, my trusty high-heel steeds were laid to rest and flat shoes and baggy trousers became the norm for us both.

I think that, for me, realisation that I am in the wrong place has been happening for some time, maybe three years or so. Anything that used to seem good about living here is now cast as a negative, things I want can’t be got her in the backwater of Spain and I miss people.

We were in England last week. We bought twenty kilos of goodies to bring back to Spain, I got myself into any conversation I could possibly find, just for the pleasure and, I am pleased to say, Hubby and I started singing from the same hymn sheet as to where our future should be.

Since getting back to our home in Spain, I’ve started dressing differently, I’ve started fastening my hair up and I sought out and polished up (I chore I hate) my trusty steeds. Then, and only then, it dawned on me that my change of dress sense made me feel much more positive about the future.

So clothes might not maketh a man or woman but the right ones can definitely make you feel good about yourself.

Come Dine with Me? Would I Dare?

Do you watch Come Dine with Me? I don’t set out to watch it but, if it appears when I am flicking through the channels, I might just leave the programme on. Like I said in an earlier post, why do the, shall we say ‘contestants’ bitch so much? I have several questions for consideration:-

• Is this what the British people like to view (a Come Dine with Me mingled with a little bit of bitching)?

• Is the show about learning new recipes, or about watching how people can rip each other to shreds for as little as one thousand pounds?

• Does the bitchy contestant, who awards only three points or so for what seemed a perfect evening and a one with good scores from the other people present, not realise that they will be found out when the show is viewed by the other contestants and, no doubt, the contestant who would have won if everyone had marked fairly?

• Are the contestants asked to show shameful behaviour by the camera crew, so as to keep viewing numbers up? I suppose this reason could be put into by the contestants, when they watch themselves on television and realise what damage they have done to themselves.

And still I watch.

So maybe it’s about the pleasure of being able to grumble safely in your own home, releasing all of that pent-up stress that built up during the working day (several gentlemen have told me that this is one of the benefits of watching football) and allowing you to remain ‘sane’ to all those outside your sitting room …. .

Hmm ….