There's never an excuse for a Man to hit a Woman (or the other way round, but us ladies are normally smaller and don't do as much damage).
My Dad did hit my Mum once, luckily my Auntie Elsie was there (she was married to my Dad's brother, who was the perfect gentleman), and Auntie Elsie was a BIG lady. Dad hit Mum so hard she flew into the pantry, and half her curlers came out (god, this sounds very working class!!), Elsie then proceded to follow Dad around the house, prodding him and goading him to have a go at someone his own size, he turned around to give her a slap, too, but she got in first, I never knew so much blood could come out of a nose!! Uncle Malcolm standing by to have a go if his wife got hit, too. Dad never hit my Mum again, Elsie said if he did it again, she'd be down on the next train, and finish him off.
My stepdad had an abusive father, luckily he drank himself to death early on. After that, his Mum never put up with anything from her second husband, she used to say 'You've got to go to sleep sometime' to her second husband. Her second husband dare not step out of line, as she was a widow so early on!! She sounds like she was one formidable lady, and a dead shot with her slipper!
Anyway, came on here to have a rant about THIS ZARKING FARDWARKING WIND!!!!!
Can't tackle 8foot long bits of thorniness in this, I'd get ripped to bits. ZARKING WEATHER!
wind is bad here too not even stepped outside its howling and due for a follow on blast monday evening. wonder if there is any chance it'll blow the big mounds of top soil into place
I just got an email from Avaaz here is the gist of it
It’s unbelievable, but Monsanto and Co. are at it again. These profit-hungry biotech companies have found a way to gain exclusive control over the seeds of life – the source of our food. They’re trying to patent away varieties of our everyday vegetables and fruits like cucumber, broccoli and melons, forcing growers to pay them for seed and risk being sued if they don’t.
But we can stop them from buying up Mother Earth. Companies like Monsanto have found loopholes in European law to have exclusive rights over conventional seeds, so we just need to close them shut before they set a dangerous global precedent.And to do that, we need key countries like Germany, France and the Netherlands -- where opposition is already growing -- to call for a vote to stop Monsanto’s greedy plans. The Avaaz community has shifted governments before, and we can do it again.
Many farmers and politicians are already against this -- we just need to bring in people power to pressure these countries to keep Monsanto’s hands off our food.Sign now and share with everyone to help build the biggest food defense call ever.
Personally this is a cause I whole heartedly support and I think many here would too. Any way here is a link to the petition
Tina turner wrote :'Does anyone else wonder whether our love of gardening and losing ourselves in a world of our own bears any relevance to our experiences. Not into psychology, but does make me wonder whether this is where we find our peace.'
Works everytime for me TT...seen me through years of ups and downs...fiercely defend my gardening time..it a time I am 'me'.
Right, I'm now ranting about OH. Whilst he was watching the Grand Prix, I decided to have a go at the garden over the road, as the wind had dropped enough not to risk losing an eye to the brambles. So now I'm back, after two and a half hours of chopping, burning, chopping and putting in the green bin (depending on if the wood was dead and burnable or green and bin-able). After lugging the fence back into place across the drive, as it had blown over.
So I get back expecting some praise and a cup of tea, and OH is pee'd off as I've been so long!! So he's gone off in a huff to stir his cauldron (make some biodiesel). Flipping heck, it's not like he takes 5 minutes every day with the cauldron, it's at least half an hour.
To add to my woes, I've also found that the brambles are competing with bindweed. Do I do the same thing with those? Spray with glyphosate, wait for top growth to die down, then dig out as much root as I can find? At least bindweed doesn't get you when it's dead like brambles do.
At least I've found the tough touch gauntlets have been worth every penny. Been grabbing the brambles and hauling them up the garden, and only got stabbed once - that was through a seam. And the bottom of the garden (there's a step about halfway down) doesn't seem to be as badly infested with the brambles as the top half, I can finally see the fence at the end. Only 2 and a half of OH's old bangers to get rid of now, think they're springing up like weeds - or sinking slowly into the remains of the lawn.
MMP-I'd make you a big cup of tea and a big bit of cake if I could!
Bloody men doesn't even begin to cover it!!!
Glad I'm on my own again!
Cilmeri-if you go to bottom right hand corner of message it'll come up 'quote' in a little blue window. Click and then when you're about to start your message, click on the quote marks at right end of your message toolbar and it'll transfer them to the start of your own message. Hope that makes sense!
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Maud- I just read your earlier posts. I'm glad you got out and found happiness - it's what you deserve and what we should all have from life, whatever form it takes. Wealth, fame, fortune, posssessions- all meaningless if you're miserable aren't they?
You've got friends here too.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Fairygirl/Daughter, you may not be on your own long, Dad may need a garage turned into a Dad/flat. Now I lay out the rules. No moaning when the Calender girls and myself crawl home from the night club at four in the morning, the clashing of zimmer frames and the rattle of empty cans being thrown on the path must not bring forth moans and groans. If there are four heads in the bed next morning no screams of dismay just bring extra porridge. Loud piano playing and singing of old wartime songs like "Lily Marlene" the dirty versions must not bring protest and if your neighbours complain I would expect you to shoot them. I have a feeling it would all work well as long as you obey and Dads do know best.
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There's never an excuse for a Man to hit a Woman (or the other way round, but us ladies are normally smaller and don't do as much damage).
My Dad did hit my Mum once, luckily my Auntie Elsie was there (she was married to my Dad's brother, who was the perfect gentleman), and Auntie Elsie was a BIG lady. Dad hit Mum so hard she flew into the pantry, and half her curlers came out (god, this sounds very working class!!), Elsie then proceded to follow Dad around the house, prodding him and goading him to have a go at someone his own size, he turned around to give her a slap, too, but she got in first, I never knew so much blood could come out of a nose!! Uncle Malcolm standing by to have a go if his wife got hit, too. Dad never hit my Mum again, Elsie said if he did it again, she'd be down on the next train, and finish him off.
My stepdad had an abusive father, luckily he drank himself to death early on. After that, his Mum never put up with anything from her second husband, she used to say 'You've got to go to sleep sometime' to her second husband. Her second husband dare not step out of line, as she was a widow so early on!! She sounds like she was one formidable lady, and a dead shot with her slipper!
Anyway, came on here to have a rant about THIS ZARKING FARDWARKING WIND!!!!!
Can't tackle 8foot long bits of thorniness in this, I'd get ripped to bits. ZARKING WEATHER!
wind is bad here too not even stepped outside its howling and due for a follow on blast monday evening. wonder if there is any chance it'll blow the big mounds of top soil into place
I just got an email from Avaaz here is the gist of it
It’s unbelievable, but Monsanto and Co. are at it again. These profit-hungry biotech companies have found a way to gain exclusive control over the seeds of life – the source of our food. They’re trying to patent away varieties of our everyday vegetables and fruits like cucumber, broccoli and melons, forcing growers to pay them for seed and risk being sued if they don’t.
But we can stop them from buying up Mother Earth. Companies like Monsanto have found loopholes in European law to have exclusive rights over conventional seeds, so we just need to close them shut before they set a dangerous global precedent.And to do that, we need key countries like Germany, France and the Netherlands -- where opposition is already growing -- to call for a vote to stop Monsanto’s greedy plans. The Avaaz community has shifted governments before, and we can do it again.
Many farmers and politicians are already against this -- we just need to bring in people power to pressure these countries to keep Monsanto’s hands off our food.Sign now and share with everyone to help build the biggest food defense call ever.
Personally this is a cause I whole heartedly support and I think many here would too. Any way here is a link to the petition
http://www.avaaz.org/en/monsanto_vs_mother_earth_rb/?cUVHFcb It's already gathered over 1.5 million signatures in about 36 hours. Thanks for reading, hope it was of interest.
I've signed.
So have I.
Tina turner wrote :'Does anyone else wonder whether our love of gardening and losing ourselves in a world of our own bears any relevance to our experiences. Not into psychology, but does make me wonder whether this is where we find our peace.'
Works everytime for me TT...seen me through years of ups and downs...fiercely defend my gardening time..it a time I am 'me'.
(tried to 'quote' this but not sure how to)
Right, I'm now ranting about OH. Whilst he was watching the Grand Prix, I decided to have a go at the garden over the road, as the wind had dropped enough not to risk losing an eye to the brambles. So now I'm back, after two and a half hours of chopping, burning, chopping and putting in the green bin (depending on if the wood was dead and burnable or green and bin-able). After lugging the fence back into place across the drive, as it had blown over.
So I get back expecting some praise and a cup of tea, and OH is pee'd off as I've been so long!! So he's gone off in a huff to stir his cauldron (make some biodiesel). Flipping heck, it's not like he takes 5 minutes every day with the cauldron, it's at least half an hour.
To add to my woes, I've also found that the brambles are competing with bindweed. Do I do the same thing with those? Spray with glyphosate, wait for top growth to die down, then dig out as much root as I can find? At least bindweed doesn't get you when it's dead like brambles do.
At least I've found the tough touch gauntlets have been worth every penny. Been grabbing the brambles and hauling them up the garden, and only got stabbed once - that was through a seam. And the bottom of the garden (there's a step about halfway down) doesn't seem to be as badly infested with the brambles as the top half, I can finally see the fence at the end. Only 2 and a half of OH's old bangers to get rid of now, think they're springing up like weeds - or sinking slowly into the remains of the lawn.
Bloody men!!!
MMP-I'd make you a big cup of tea and a big bit of cake if I could!
Bloody men doesn't even begin to cover it!!!
Glad I'm on my own again!
Cilmeri-if you go to bottom right hand corner of message it'll come up 'quote' in a little blue window. Click and then when you're about to start your message, click on the quote marks at right end of your message toolbar and it'll transfer them to the start of your own message. Hope that makes sense!
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Maud- I just read your earlier posts. I'm glad you got out and found happiness - it's what you deserve and what we should all have from life, whatever form it takes. Wealth, fame, fortune, posssessions- all meaningless if you're miserable aren't they?
You've got friends here too.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Fairygirl/Daughter, you may not be on your own long, Dad may need a garage turned into a Dad/flat. Now I lay out the rules.
No moaning when the Calender girls and myself crawl home from the night club at four in the morning, the clashing of zimmer frames and the rattle of empty cans being thrown on the path must not bring forth moans and groans. If there are four heads in the bed next morning no screams of dismay just bring extra porridge.
Loud piano playing and singing of old wartime songs like "Lily Marlene" the dirty versions must not bring protest and if your neighbours complain I would expect you to shoot them.
I have a feeling it would all work well as long as you obey and Dads do know best.
Frank.