spoilt rotten when...
a padded envelope arrives with what you take to contain batteries for the FDAs, so as they are in your book... boring you don’t trouble to open it, just fling it in a drawer. This morning’s post brought an envelope containing the aforesaid items. Opening it I suddenly thought...
‘What was in the other package?’
With curiosity definitely piqued my stout legs carried me upstairs to look.
Well blow me down with a feather I can’t find the flaming thing!
Has it been used as ballast for packing, I even rifled through the paper collection box... no joy!
If this doesn’t just illustrate what a madam I have become I don’t know what does?
You know you are spoilt rotten when himself offers to break the awful news to Audrey. Being a retired senior police officer he is well used to breaking bad news... however, I will do the deed together with the diplomat onside.
You know you are spoilt rotten when himself offers to break the awful news to Audrey. Being a retired senior police officer he is well used to breaking bad news... however, I will do the deed together with the diplomat onside.
You know you are spoilt rotten when, without a qualm he offers to nip into the chemist to get tampons. No, in case you are wondering I am not that young!
If the roles were reversed there is no way I would step into the surgical appliance shop to get him a spare part for his truss!
If the roles were reversed there is no way I would step into the surgical appliance shop to get him a spare part for his truss!
So there you have it...
a spoilt lump!
As long as you're not spoilt rotten - thats partly whats wrong with my brother, he's been spoilt rotten all his life getting his own way by temper tantrum or other means and I think there is a world of difference between being a spoilt lump and being spoilt rotten!! It doesn't sound very nice to say, but I'm sure you're the lump variety lol. x
ReplyDeletenot to mention, lucky you!! x
DeleteThe lump sort definitely. Never spoilt as a child, being an only one my mother resolved not to. I well remember the time my cousin sneakily pinched me in front of the grown ups without anyone one seeing her. My response? Yes, you’ve guessed it, I smacked her one right back. Only trouble was I did it in full view. Taken home in disgrace, I ran up the stairs crying at the injustice, only to receive a smack on the back of the legs on what seemed like each and every step.
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Nope! I'm hoping to meet with the doctor today. If my brother wasn't being such an a**e I wouldn't feel so bad but my mum needs me to protect her from him and his stupid ideas at the moment. If I can get him into a care home (which my brother is fighting - he thinks its appropriate for my 84 year old mum to take my dad home and look after him!)and I feel hes still stable I'll go at the end of the month. My brother was exactly like your cousin - sneaky!
DeleteAnd the whole Audrey problem is resolved. I can sleep easy tonight!
ReplyDeleteAfraid not Elaine, we are getting closer though. My dreams are taking an odd turn, disturbed is the word, so best I get on with it.
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Sorry, ‘Joanne’, doesn’t this just illustrate how hung up on this problem? My head is shot!
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Excuse my stupidness/ ignorance, but what are FDA's ? I tried looking it up and it said something about food and drugs !!
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the Audrey problem. Perhaps she will say good riddance? Though if she did I am sure it would just be bravado. Has she got anyone else...family ? ( You have probably said but can't remember )
Excuse me repeating the tale for those who maybe, just maybe remember?
ReplyDeleteHub’s said as we were about to walk out of the house, ‘Are you FDA’d?’ ‘WOT?’ I replied in my usual gormless way. ‘FLAMING dead aids!’ Apparently that is what I unknowingly used to call them! Who knew, not me obviously? So from then on in our shorthand is FDAs. There you have it Frances. At least I didn’t call them the other F word! I hate them with a passion, however, needs must...
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‘Dead’, is about right deaf, deaf, DEAF!!!
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Yes, I do vaguely remember you mentioning that before! My OH needs them, but he will only wear them when he/we go out anywhere. Means that I end up saying everything 3 times at home. It often seems though, that if I don't keep repeating he has actually heard me.....just habit to get me to repeat. Does this ring bells with you? Does your OH have this problem? Can you explain it? It drives me nuts!! XX
ReplyDeleteGuilty as charged, in so much as initially I only wore them when going out. This I was told doesn’t train your brain, added to which the frightening bit is, like all the other organs of your body if you don’t use it you will lose it. In order to give himself a chance to ward off the dreaded dementia, best you get him to start to wear them all the time. This was the clincher for me! Added to which only wearing them occasionally you don’t give yourself or your brain the chance to settle and get used to the normal sounds of the world. I fought long and hard against it all, vanity, I think was the main reason. There is a stigma to becoming deaf, which for some strange reason isn’t viewed with the same compassion that a lot of of other disabilities are. Take it from me, it is a flaming disability and your OH has my sympathy. Tell him from one who has been through all the whys and the wherefores, best he get a wiggle on and wear the RUDDY things all the time. FDAs aren’t perfect but they are better than living in a cotton wool world where ever so slowly you start to withdraw from social situations, because you can’t blooming hear a thing!
DeleteHope this gives you a tiny inkling of what it is actually like from his side of things? And yes, I totally get how frustrating it is for you as well!
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