I just hope they last a few years longer, I don't think I could cope with toddlers and Mum who has lots of health issues at the same time!!
Mum has also said that she wants to outlive my biological father, just so she can go and spit on his grave. Don't blame her for that at all, he is not a nice person (he did threaten to shove my teeth down the back of my throat when he thought I had stolen his wallet - I was four years old at the time). If anyone threatened to do that to either of my children, I think I would be up in court for Murder. Karma is well at work though, my eldest sister is just about the only one who bothers to visit him, and he has a full-time carer as he has demensia.
One of my best friends had a childhood that makes mine seem idyllic - her Dad left when she was 4 and her sister a baby, and her Mum was a Paranoid Schizophrenic. Social services were non-existent in those days, some days she'd have to sort out herself and her sister after a beating, her Dad would come around regularly and assault her Mum, and she'd have to sort out her Mum, too. When her sister started nursery, she was permanently catatonic - no-one picked this up. No one questioned why the two of them were covered in bruises, and regularly off when the bruises were too bad for one or the other to go into school. My friend left when she was 17, she got pregnant by her boyfriend at the time, they tried to force her to have an abortion, but being a good catholic girl, she refused, and instead was forced to marry the boyfriend (the marriage lasted 8 years, as the boyfriend inflicted the beatings she got from her Mum). She's now happy, the baby she had at 18 has been to university and has a good job with prospects, and Husband number 2 has immense respect and love for his wife (he's been told that if he pulls stunts like number 1 did he'll have a number of friends to answer to!!)
The upshot of all of this, is I understood where she was coming from when she found out her Mum was dying. She didn't go and see her, and breathed a massive sigh of relief when she finally passed away. When she went to sort out her flat, she found exercise books full of her Mum's rantings, what she was going to do to her two girls if she ever found them, what she was going to do to my friend's daugher etc. Most of it was burned in a big bonfire. She is an amazing person, and how she managed to emerge functioning as she did is not far short of a miracle. My daughter's second name is the same as my friend, as if my daughter is half as beautiful, happy and clever as my friend, she will be a lucky girl.
The more I see of what people will do to each other, the more I love my dog.
Tragic what people put others through. Life is hard for everyone at times and very hard for some. However, the other side is that loving families and good relationships are the greatest things on earth. There's a lot to be thankful for if one has those things in one's life. Please don't get too low and disillusioned.
MMP although it started off as a tragic story the outcome and the 2nd OH was really encouraging. I hope the rest of her life will be happy. My childhood was lovely, my parents loved each other and all 6 of us.
I came here for a rant and ended up reading everyone's stories. My rant seems small now.
We loaded up the car and trailer with rubbish for the tip and re-cycling having had a clear out during the winter. OH was fed up with it sitting in the garage. Our tip has been changed from the convenient one to another, 20 mins drive away. It has always been open on Mondays and today in France is not a bank holiday. Anyway, the horrid tip was shut and a new notice on the gate said that from April it will be shut on Mondays and Fridays. We'll have to go again tomorrow. Back to the weeding!
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Busy L- I'm lucky too that my parents were together for over 50 years and although we didn't have much materially we were loved totally.
I've said it before on here but I'll say it again. I've had a rough few years but I count my blessings every day as I know how lucky I am. I don't believe in God but I often hope I'm very very wrong and there is some kind of divine retribution for all the scumbags of the world.
GG is so right- taking the moral high ground is hard MMP- but you know who is right and who is wrong so have faith in that
Or as Captain KIrk said (I believe) - live long and prosper!
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Heavens, don't start me on the local tip. Ours is great, but the chaps in there are a bit too eager to help - my new pushchair nearly went in one of the recycling bins, until I shouted at the guy to put it back, I was getting it out of the boot to get at the other stuff that needed to go, think he thought he could get a few quid out of it as it looked new (because it was new).
Our local council will not allow us into the tip with either a van or a trailer, we have to get a permit from the council to take a trailer or van in, and then it's only allowed in once a month, and we have to pre-book the day before.
The neighbouring council don't really care if you turn up with a dump truck full of stuff, but that's 20 minutes away, and the local one is only 5 minutes. The guys there are like vultures, anything they can ebay or car boot gets snaffled, I'm sure it's a great way of topping up their income.
Apart from someone mentioning the tip, I've been quite happy this weekend, I actually managed to get to the GC this weekend and spend my money (mostly on stuff I wanted), got myself the very nasty looking wolf cultiweeder (hopefully it will stop me having to bend to grab lengths of bramble), and will be useful when I finally get the bottom garden sorted for veggies. I also managed to get some fungicide to treat the black spot on my roses, and OH got a tap fitting to go on one of his oil drums for making the biodiesel. We all had an ice-cream too (next time I will do the choosing, as OH has no idea how messy a toddler can get with anything bigger than a mini-milk!) Came to slightly over £30, so OH paid the excess (it did mean he got his tap for half-price though).
Pash, is this a rant about spam? If so, I agree that it is a pain.
MMP, your local tip sounds a lot like ours in the way it is run. Glad you got the things you wanted at the GC.
I had a very puzzling experience this week, so this is a bit of a rant. A hideous cardigan arrived by post, with no account of who is was from. It is a size 28 (a lot too big, I may say, even for a long-term member of Fat Club such as myself!) and cheap and nasty. A couple of weeks later, a bill and a contract arrived from Fashion World. I queried this and they said I ordered by phone. I didn't! So who did and how did they get my financial details? And why order something like that to be sent to me? I'm annoyed, mystified and somewhat worried. What the heck's going on?
GG, ask them for a recording of the telephone call. They cannot demand payment as they do not have your signature. You also need to know where the telephone call originated (if you are lucky, it will be when you were on holiday in your caravan so you can prove it was not you. As they do not have your signature, they cannot demand payment, although you must send the nasty cardigan back. Check your bank statement, just to make sure they haven't got bank details, but it sounds like the bill is a request for payment. You know you didn't order it, especially as it's the wrong size.
It could be someone you've upset sending this to you as a nasty dig, just to make trouble for you.
Ring them back, have a rant, ask them to ferret out the recording, and you need to know the date & time it was ordered, and the telephone number it was ordered from. That might give you a clue of who it was. They don't have your signature, so they don't have any sort of agreement with you, therefore as long as you return the goods they have no legal comeback on you. Make sure you get a proof of postage (free) from the post office, although you will have to pay return postage.
If they get stroppy, get stroppy back. Check your bank details. Invest in a shredder and put all of the shreddings on the compost heap. I'd also go and get some advice from Citizen's advice. Hope you get it resolved, getting things through the post with a 'congratulations, you've won X in Y competition' is great, getting stuff with no explanation is worrying!
Has anyone else noticed how ineffective current slug pellets seem to be? In my case, I have some 2-3 inch Brussels Sprout plants outside, hardening off. I have used Bayer Slug and Snail Pellets, and basically, they are c--p!
I put plenty of pellets down, but they appear to work too slowly, as some of the plants have been eaten to stalks,but surrounded by dead snails, which obviously enjoyed a great last supper. What's the point of pellets which don't attract snails immediately?
I know it's easy to blame EU regulations ( probably with good cause ), but half the pellets and solutions we now use in the garden or allotment are not really fit for purpose ( and the prices have soared! ). Sometimes I think we are so gullible, believing ' what it says on the tin'. Yet another manifestation of the ' Suits' culture, where big businesses get away with selling us overpriced rubbish, but can announce to their shareholders that they have had another wonderful year
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I just hope they last a few years longer, I don't think I could cope with toddlers and Mum who has lots of health issues at the same time!!
Mum has also said that she wants to outlive my biological father, just so she can go and spit on his grave. Don't blame her for that at all, he is not a nice person (he did threaten to shove my teeth down the back of my throat when he thought I had stolen his wallet - I was four years old at the time). If anyone threatened to do that to either of my children, I think I would be up in court for Murder. Karma is well at work though, my eldest sister is just about the only one who bothers to visit him, and he has a full-time carer as he has demensia.
One of my best friends had a childhood that makes mine seem idyllic - her Dad left when she was 4 and her sister a baby, and her Mum was a Paranoid Schizophrenic. Social services were non-existent in those days, some days she'd have to sort out herself and her sister after a beating, her Dad would come around regularly and assault her Mum, and she'd have to sort out her Mum, too. When her sister started nursery, she was permanently catatonic - no-one picked this up. No one questioned why the two of them were covered in bruises, and regularly off when the bruises were too bad for one or the other to go into school. My friend left when she was 17, she got pregnant by her boyfriend at the time, they tried to force her to have an abortion, but being a good catholic girl, she refused, and instead was forced to marry the boyfriend (the marriage lasted 8 years, as the boyfriend inflicted the beatings she got from her Mum). She's now happy, the baby she had at 18 has been to university and has a good job with prospects, and Husband number 2 has immense respect and love for his wife (he's been told that if he pulls stunts like number 1 did he'll have a number of friends to answer to!!)
The upshot of all of this, is I understood where she was coming from when she found out her Mum was dying. She didn't go and see her, and breathed a massive sigh of relief when she finally passed away. When she went to sort out her flat, she found exercise books full of her Mum's rantings, what she was going to do to her two girls if she ever found them, what she was going to do to my friend's daugher etc. Most of it was burned in a big bonfire. She is an amazing person, and how she managed to emerge functioning as she did is not far short of a miracle. My daughter's second name is the same as my friend, as if my daughter is half as beautiful, happy and clever as my friend, she will be a lucky girl.
The more I see of what people will do to each other, the more I love my dog.
Tragic what people put others through. Life is hard for everyone at times and very hard for some. However, the other side is that loving families and good relationships are the greatest things on earth. There's a lot to be thankful for if one has those things in one's life. Please don't get too low and disillusioned.
MMP although it started off as a tragic story the outcome and the 2nd OH was really encouraging. I hope the rest of her life will be happy. My childhood was lovely, my parents loved each other and all 6 of us.
I came here for a rant and ended up reading everyone's stories. My rant seems small now.
We loaded up the car and trailer with rubbish for the tip and re-cycling having had a clear out during the winter. OH was fed up with it sitting in the garage. Our tip has been changed from the convenient one to another, 20 mins drive away. It has always been open on Mondays and today in France is not a bank holiday. Anyway, the horrid tip was shut and a new notice on the gate said that from April it will be shut on Mondays and Fridays. We'll have to go again tomorrow. Back to the weeding!
Busy L- I'm lucky too that my parents were together for over 50 years and although we didn't have much materially we were loved totally.
I've said it before on here but I'll say it again. I've had a rough few years but I count my blessings every day as I know how lucky I am. I don't believe in God but I often hope I'm very very wrong and there is some kind of divine retribution for all the scumbags of the world.
GG is so right- taking the moral high ground is hard MMP- but you know who is right and who is wrong so have faith in that
Or as Captain KIrk said (I believe) - live long and prosper!
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Well said, FG!
Heavens, don't start me on the local tip. Ours is great, but the chaps in there are a bit too eager to help - my new pushchair nearly went in one of the recycling bins, until I shouted at the guy to put it back, I was getting it out of the boot to get at the other stuff that needed to go, think he thought he could get a few quid out of it as it looked new (because it was new).
Our local council will not allow us into the tip with either a van or a trailer, we have to get a permit from the council to take a trailer or van in, and then it's only allowed in once a month, and we have to pre-book the day before.
The neighbouring council don't really care if you turn up with a dump truck full of stuff, but that's 20 minutes away, and the local one is only 5 minutes. The guys there are like vultures, anything they can ebay or car boot gets snaffled, I'm sure it's a great way of topping up their income.
Apart from someone mentioning the tip, I've been quite happy this weekend, I actually managed to get to the GC this weekend and spend my money (mostly on stuff I wanted), got myself the very nasty looking wolf cultiweeder (hopefully it will stop me having to bend to grab lengths of bramble), and will be useful when I finally get the bottom garden sorted for veggies. I also managed to get some fungicide to treat the black spot on my roses, and OH got a tap fitting to go on one of his oil drums for making the biodiesel. We all had an ice-cream too (next time I will do the choosing, as OH has no idea how messy a toddler can get with anything bigger than a mini-milk!) Came to slightly over £30, so OH paid the excess (it did mean he got his tap for half-price though).
more spam, spam, spam
Pash, is this a rant about spam? If so, I agree that it is a pain.
MMP, your local tip sounds a lot like ours in the way it is run. Glad you got the things you wanted at the GC.
I had a very puzzling experience this week, so this is a bit of a rant. A hideous cardigan arrived by post, with no account of who is was from. It is a size 28 (a lot too big, I may say, even for a long-term member of Fat Club such as myself!) and cheap and nasty. A couple of weeks later, a bill and a contract arrived from Fashion World. I queried this and they said I ordered by phone. I didn't! So who did and how did they get my financial details? And why order something like that to be sent to me? I'm annoyed, mystified and somewhat worried. What the heck's going on?
GG, ask them for a recording of the telephone call. They cannot demand payment as they do not have your signature. You also need to know where the telephone call originated (if you are lucky, it will be when you were on holiday in your caravan so you can prove it was not you. As they do not have your signature, they cannot demand payment, although you must send the nasty cardigan back. Check your bank statement, just to make sure they haven't got bank details, but it sounds like the bill is a request for payment. You know you didn't order it, especially as it's the wrong size.
It could be someone you've upset sending this to you as a nasty dig, just to make trouble for you.
Ring them back, have a rant, ask them to ferret out the recording, and you need to know the date & time it was ordered, and the telephone number it was ordered from. That might give you a clue of who it was. They don't have your signature, so they don't have any sort of agreement with you, therefore as long as you return the goods they have no legal comeback on you. Make sure you get a proof of postage (free) from the post office, although you will have to pay return postage.
If they get stroppy, get stroppy back. Check your bank details. Invest in a shredder and put all of the shreddings on the compost heap. I'd also go and get some advice from Citizen's advice. Hope you get it resolved, getting things through the post with a 'congratulations, you've won X in Y competition' is great, getting stuff with no explanation is worrying!
Has anyone else noticed how ineffective current slug pellets seem to be? In my case, I have some 2-3 inch Brussels Sprout plants outside, hardening off. I have used Bayer Slug and Snail Pellets, and basically, they are c--p!
I put plenty of pellets down, but they appear to work too slowly, as some of the plants have been eaten to stalks,but surrounded by dead snails, which obviously enjoyed a great last supper. What's the point of pellets which don't attract snails immediately?
I know it's easy to blame EU regulations ( probably with good cause ), but half the pellets and solutions we now use in the garden or allotment are not really fit for purpose ( and the prices have soared! ). Sometimes I think we are so gullible, believing ' what it says on the tin'. Yet another manifestation of the ' Suits' culture, where big businesses get away with selling us overpriced rubbish, but can announce to their shareholders that they have had another wonderful year