Things I’ve Learned This Week.

Hello, and a very happy Friday to you!  I trust your week has been good and that no gremlins have got into your days.

Let’s, for a few minutes, move away from what’s happened, and happening, in the world today and lose ourselves in a bit of blogging fun for a little while.  Shall I begin?  Ok . . .   you know the drill: seatbelts on; allow your oxygen masks to drop from their over-head storage facility;   place your tin foil hats on your heads and hold hands with the person next to you  . . . .  let’s GO!

I learned this week that . . .

  • When the game  ‘Twister’  was introduced in 1966, it was denounced by critics as “sex in a box.”
  • There are more lifeforms living on your skin than there are people on the planet.  (yes that freaked me out a little bit too).
  • A human will eat on average 70 assorted insects and 10 spiders while sleeping. (ok… now that REALLY freaked me out!)
  • Fifteen percent of the air you breathe in a metro station is human skin.  (ewww!)
  • A group of Pugs (dogs)  is called ‘a grumble’.  (isn’t that the cutest thing!  lol)
  • Coca-Cola would be green if colouring wasn’t added to it.  (I wonder if that would affect sales?)
  • The United States, Burma, and Liberia are the only countries in the world that have not officially adopted the metric system as the standard of measurement. (This really surprised me.  I would have guessed that most of the world outside Europe still used good old feet and inches).
  • Blue Whale fart bubbles are large enough to enclose a horse. (ok, this tickled me enough to make me laugh)
  • Since 1945 all British Tanks come with tea making equipment.  (Yes, it’s true. I double checked).   Technically the device is called a Boiling Vessel ( BV ), or ‘bivvy’ in the troops’ parlance, which also then gets used to mean a hot drink in general.  Hence “necking a bivvy” means “drinking a cup of tea” ( or coffee ) in UK army slang.  You can read a little more on Wiki:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boiling_vessel

Did you know that Almost’ is the longest word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order?

I learned this week  . . .  The BIGGER the navel on an Orange, the sweeter the Orange will be.  “Hmmm,”  I thought, “could that be true, or just a load of rubbish”  . . .  So …  me, being me,  I had to check this out using the Oranges in the fruit bowl in the fridge.  I chose carefully, one on Wednesday and one Orange on Thursday . . .   It’s TRUE!  However, if I get an Orange with a large navel which is sour, I’ll let you know!

I also learned this week . . .  That the last name of the creator of the Simpsons, Matt Groening, is pronounced “Graining”, not “Growning”.

Something else I found out this week is that a TITTLE isn’t something naughty or rude, it’s actually the dot above a letter  ‘i’.  It’s called a Tittle.

Ohhh…  and this bit of new knowledge tickled the heck out of me this week ….    Calvin Klein’s  “Obsession for Men” is often used by photographers to attract ‘big cats’ – jaguars, leopards, tigers, lion, etc.  According to the Wildlife Conservation Society, the cats go crazy for it!  One zoo (Brookfield Zoo) even uses it to keep their big cats in very visible areas of their cages during business hours.

I’m rather glad that my cats don’t have such expensive tastes.  Cat-nip works perfectly for them.  lol

But anyhoo . . .   I know that the main reason you’re here isn’t to find out about things which I’ve come across and learned this week,  but you’re really here just for my [rubbish] jokes….  so here goes.  Brace Yourself!

Q: What do you call a computer floating in the ocean?
A: A Dell Rolling in the Deep.
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Q: Did you hear about the shampoo shortage in Jamaica?
A: It’s dread-full.  (think about it for a moment and the penny will drop)
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Q: Why did the picture go to jail?
A: It was framed.
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Q. What do you get when you cross a cow and a duck?
A. Milk and quackers!
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Q: How do you organize a space party?
A: You planet!
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Q: What washes up on very small beaches?
A: Microwaves!  ( . . . .  wait for the penny to drop)
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Q: What’s the difference between bird flu and swine flu?
A: If you have bird flu, you need tweetment. If you have swine flu, you need oink-ment.

and finally . . .
Q: Why can’t your nose be 12 inches long?
A: Because then it would be a foot!  
(I love this joke, it’s up there with my favourites!)
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Well, that’s it for this Fridays lessons in life as we know it.  I hope that I’ve taken your mind off any troubles you have, made you wonder, made you smile and, if I’ve done my job properly …  I hope I made you laugh, even just a teeny tiny bit.

May your weekend be restful.  May smiles creep into your day and love show up in places too –  even if it’s your love for something that you love doing.

Think good wishes for the very next person you see on the street.  You might not know them, and, who knows, they too might read this blog post just like you do….  and if they do, they’ll be wishing good wishes for you – and you won’t ever know they did it.  But it might just make a difference, to you, and or to them themselves.  It doesn’t have to be something big or world-changing.  You could just wish that they have a great day.  That they find something to smile about today.  Wish them luck, love, peace, joy, contentment.  Anything.  Just make it a good wish.  You’ll be amazed at what a difference this small thing makes to you yourself too.

I wish you a truly blessed day.  HAPPY FRIDAY-ING!

Sending love,  from me here in my corner to you there in yours.

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Things I’ve learned this Week.

Hello ….  I’m baa-aaaack!

My apologies for being M.I.A (missing in action) – my body is still being bombarded by bugs, but I’m trying to fight ’em.  My bed is winning at the moment.  I seem to get up in the morning;  have a shower, and before you know it, I’m back in bed again.

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Off to see my GP in a couple of days, and he if doesn’t have a magic wand to wave and put things right, – then I’m making plans for a ticket to platform 9 and three-quarters to be purchased, and I’ll be off to Hogwarts to see if they can mix up an elixir which might sort me out once and for all!

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Anyhooo .…  let’s dip into the world of lessons, as learned by one Cobwebs of The Cobweborium Emporium and find out what life has taught me this week….

I’ve learned (not for the first time) that if I stay away from my craft room for too long, then my mojo wanders off and it’s really not easy to get the little divil back again and in working order.  This is such a great BIG GRRRRRR!  to me.

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I’ve learned that I’d got SO into making Christmas cards and thinking ‘Christmas’, that it’s been an absolute pain in the rear end to try and get myself out of that Christmas frame of mind.

And while on the subject of Christmas ….  With the help of Mr. Cobs, I’ve packed away all the Christmassy Craft things into my special Christmas Box (a red box labelled  “Christmas”), and have learned this week that I won’t need to buy even so much as a rubber stamp or even an extra die … or indeed any Christmas papers …  for at least two or three years, because I have SO much stuff that I haven’t used, and yet I keep adding to the pile!   tut tut.

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I’ve also learned …  that because of being pretty much confined to the house, I’ve discovered the attraction of dipping into the sales on-line at this time of year and have …  (this one will surprise you) … done some shopping for Christmas gifts for NEXT CHRISTMAS!  Me!  Yes!!!  My mother wouldn’t have believed me if I’d have told her that.

There are (or have been) some really fabulous bargains to be found on the interwebby thing.  Particularly some really beautiful pieces of jewellery.  Although … the downside of this shopping is that I’ve found rather a lot of things which I want myself.  [sigh].  I admit to buying myself a (late) Christmas present of an Electric Blue Swiss Topaz ring and also a pair of silver earrings – both of which I bought for a bargain price and both of which have become my favourites in the jewellery box.  – However …  they haven’t had chance to make it to the jewellery box.  They’re both living on a little ring saucer on my dressing table, and I keep putting them on, and wearing them for a few minutes, just so that I can look at them and love them for a while.  Just to make my heart smile.

I’ve also learned …  that, in this country (Great Britain – land of my heart and home) – the TV programme schedulers (planners) obviously go totally brain-dead once they’ve planned the Television programmes for the Christmas week, because the offerings they’ve given us here in the UK as choices to watch on TV are TOTAL RUBBISH!

Seriously … I could have done better given three hours, some coffee and a laptop!

So here’s the plan:  British people reading this blog …  I think we should get our brain cells working and make a list of the things we’d like to be watching in the TV programmes schedule for after Christmas this year.  Each of us can then email that list to the good old BBC,  ITV  and Channels 4 & 5.  If we all do this, then maybe they might get the hint that they’re not doing their job properly, should buck up their ideas, and maybe follow our suggestions and play the programmes we suggest.

Now I don’t ‘do’ Facebook, but I know some of you do, so please feel free to quote this idea to your friends and let’s get this thing going.  We’ll beat ’em into submission!  We have to pay a licence fee (we have no option), so let’s make them work for what they charge us.

I also learned some really great stuff this week.  Give your mind a work out with these:

Giraffes have the same number of teeth as humans.

Leonardo Da Vinci was a vegetarian and was known to buy caged birds simply to let them free.  He was also questioning man’s superiority over animals and his right to raise them for slaughter – this attitude was unheard of in his time.

Your lips don’t touch when you say the word ‘touch’ but they do touch when you say the word ‘separate’.

When you cut a hole in your fishing net, it has fewer holes.  (Think about that one for a moment)

Japan now has a new class of citizens – the cyber homeless. They live in cyber cafes because it is cheaper than an apartment. The cafes oblige with free showers and even sell underwear.  (This one really surprised me, until I thought about it for a moment, and then I realised that actually … nothing that happens in Japan which fulfills one of their needs or requirements, surprises me any more.  They seem to have a simple solution of solving any problem).

AND FINALLY . . . . .

 . . .  the bit I know you’ve been waiting for.  The Jokes!

Q: “What’s the difference between a guitar and a fish?”
A: “You can’t tuna fish.”
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Q: Did you hear about the hungry clock?
A: It went back four seconds
Q: What do lawyers wear to court?
A: Lawsuits!
Q: What do you call a fat psychic?
A: A four chin teller.
Q: What is it called when a cat wins a dog show?
A: A CAT-HAS-TROPHY!
Q: What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary?
A: a thesaurus.
Q: What did the baby corn say to the mama corn?
A: “Where’s Popcorn?”
Q: What do you call sad coffee?”
A: Despresso.
Q: What do you call a man with no body and just a nose?
A: Nobody nose.
Q: What is brown and has a head and a tail but no legs?
A: A penny.
Q: What has one head, one foot and four legs?
A: A Bed
and finally . . .
Q: What do you call a bee that lives in America?
A:  a USB
I hope your chuckle muscles got a workout.
Let’s get this Friday the 13th off to a great start shall we?  Remember …  there’s nothing especially unlucky about it being Friday the 13th and the only scary thing about it is attempting to say this: paraskavedekatriaphobia,  – which is the name given for people who fear Friday the 13th.  Bad things, carelessness, something breaking, car accidents, falling over, breaking your toe, losing your phone … these and many more things, can, and do,  happen on any given day.  So please don’t worry over it.  But … if it makes you feel better to spend the day in bed and not go out of the house, then do whatever makes you happy.
Have a really great day.  Share your smile with someone.  You never know … your smile could be the very thing that changes someone’s day around and makes it a good one.

Sending you oodles of love and squidges ~

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What I learned in 2016


Instead of a ‘What I’ve Learned This Week’ post (which I normally share on a Friday),   I felt it would be appropriate to make a post about some of the things I’ve learned this last year which we’ve just said goodbye to.

Some of the things life taught me during 2016 are fabulous, and some aren’t.

I’m a believer in a particular ‘thing’, which life taught me when I was in my early teens, which I call:  If something happens,  it happens For A Reason.

It might be a truly wonderful, amazing, biggest wish and want of your heart and soul.  Or it could be something not so wanted or desired.  However, what ever this ‘thing’ is, it will have been placed on your pathway for a reason, and you are meant to learn something from it.

So let’s begin the journey of discovery about what I Learned during 2016, shall we?  Are you strapped in securely?  Do you have your crash helmet secured?  Clean underwear on?  Okey Dokey, hold on tightly to the person sat next to you, because that way it’s less likely that you’ll fly off half way round the ride!

I learned last year ….  that when I finally find some moccasin slippers which fit beautifully, with good soles, and are lined with cotton inside them (because of my stupidly sensitive feet) …  I should buy two or even three pairs, because when the pair I originally chose, and have been wearing till they fell apart, I won’t be able to find any more, anywhere near as comfortable or lovely as them, and the place I bought them from changed the design and put non-cotton linings in their new design.  I’ve been looking since February of 2016 for a new pair, and so far I’ve found nothing which comes anywhere near.  I’ve bought new slippersin fact I’ve bought four pairs of different slippers since then, but none of them are anywhere near as comfortable and, to be truthful, I hate them all.

The older I’ve got, the more I’ve grown to appreciate bits of my body, in particular my feet.  Look after your feet people, because they have to last you for the rest of your life.  Buy shoes which fit.  Don’t wear heels every day – swap things around – to give your feet chance to work properly.  And don’t wear anything which is tight around the toes. It’s not brain surgery, and it’s simple to understand.  Look after your feet.

I also learned that I need to Plan Ahead.  Not for the emergency things, like a power cut and we had no electricity – because I plan for all emergencies like that.

(In fact, I plan so ‘beautifully’ (?) for that sort of emergency that if there were an actual power cut here where we live, I could give every neighbour candles and still have enough for us).

I need to stop waiting till the last moment to do some of the regular things – like make an appointment for the doctor (I wait until I’m ready to be admitted to hospital before I’ll give in and make an appointment),  – and instead of putting things off,  I need to do things there and then(!) so that they’re already done and ready for when they need to be ready.  Case in point:  This Post!

I knew I was going to do this post and I knew when I needed it done for.  And yet, here I am, on the last day of 2016, tapping away on my keyboard knowing that this post HAS to be ready to ‘go live’ in the early hours of 2017.  Why on earth didn’t I begin building this post when I sat having a rest or a coffee, or even last week?!  The answer is:  Because I’m a dimwit!  That’s why!

PLAN AHEAD WOMAN ... and stop leaving ‘it’ till the final moment!

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I learned during 2016  that Crafting is an obsession to me.  And not only is crafting itself the obsession, but crafty shopping is also an obsession.  I will go to a store with a list of (say) three or four items that I need.  However, when I hit that shop with all those lovely crafty goodies, I go batship crazy and am like a child who’s on a sugar high and been given permission to have as many things as they can stuff into a trolley within two hours.  Yes seriously.  I will sometimes catch the bored stiff eyes of ‘Cobs The Bogeyman’ (aka Mr.Cobs) as he wanders around after me (following me like a little lost puppy) asking …  “can we go now?”. 

The man should be awarded a Knighthood in the New Year Honours List (which we have here in the UK), for Services to Retail;  Excelling in the Art of Husbandry; and generally being Mr. Wonderful.  (although that last one can sometimes come into question).

“Arise Sir Cobs.” she says. [as the Queen finishes dobbing him on each shoulder with her trusty sword].

NEXT!

I’ve learned this year that …  New Years Eve is the only acceptable time to wear glitter without being mistaken for a stripper.
As a crafter this is the saddest bit of stuff I’ve ever learned in my whole life.  I’m always twinkling with glitter, even if I haven’t used any for a week.  A spell in my craft room seems to cover me in glitter, which I leave trails of behind me, wherever I roam, or go.  (Including into the loo – which tickles Mr.C – but I won’t tell you what he says about it.  Suffice to say it has something to do with storage of the twinkly stuff and my knickers)

NEXT!:

I won’t make up stories about my parents being the most amazing parents in the world.  My parents weren’t the best parents in the world,  but they were the best ‘THEY‘ could be.  They taught me many lessons.  Life Lessons about:

  • appreciating every thing I had.  From the toys that were given to me as a child, to the teachers I had at school and the lessons I learned from them.
  • How to make friends and be a friend.  ( I still have problems making friends because I’m SO painfully shy).
  • Ensuring that I knew the importance of keeping Sunday as a family day and Christmas and Easter,  and Birthdays, as special days and honour the family by spending time with them – all of them – from my parents to my Grandma & Grandad, Uncles, Aunties, Cousins etc.
  • To look at both sides of any choices which were placed in front of me.  Good-v-Bad.  To make sure that I had looked at things from every angle in order to make sure I made the right choice for me.
  • To have an opinion.  Aw heckaroonie,  I could count on my Mom to have an opinion, and to feel free to voice it –  even if I or anyone else disagreed with her, she had her opinion and would stick to it too.
  • To be willing to help.  From the age of around 12, I used to do the family weekly shopping all by myself.  My mother would be working and my father wasn’t the shopping sort of chap, so I was left a list next the kitchen sink, every Saturday morning, along with money, and I had to go all by myself to the local shopping centre, and visit the big Supermarket;  greengrocer;  butchers;  newsagent;  and possibly the pharmacy too, in order to get all the things on the list, within the money that I’d been left to buy it with.  Then bring all those groceries home – walking all the way home carrying four bags full of groceries.  This taught me a huge lesson as a child:  How to be an important part of the family.  How to manage money;  How to Budget;  How to Shop for a whole family with all their various likes and dislikes;  and …  Spend money on the right things when that was the only option open.  As an adult, when I married, I was so grateful for those shopping and money management lessons.

I learned many more lessons from my parents and I’m grateful for them.  However, a lesson they never got the chance to teach me (and I so wish they had)  was how to deal with someone, a family member in this case, who not just wounded me but broke my heart with their words,  all within about 90 seconds,  and without me getting chance to ask why?  What?  How?  When?  Who?  Why?  WHY??

My parents aren’t around now for me to talk to and ask advice from on how to deal with what happened and to share with them how it’s affected me, and over the last year I’ve wished daily that I had someone older and wiser to advise me, and to just listen.  Before now, I’ve had my mother in law to chat with, and she’s been brilliant.  But she’s getting on in age and is showing some signs of a dementia type of illness so of course I simply won’t give her a problem like this for her to listen to.

So it’s been left to me to ‘grow up’ and get to a place where I have come to a decision about what I have to do.

This whole thing happened because I’d offered this particular family member help to clean their house.  I’d offered before and they seemed to welcome the idea of this help –  things were getting on top of them and all sorts of stuff had become very difficult for them as they were suffering with depression.

Offering to help with the cleaning was the only thing I knew how to do which I thought might help in some way.  But I’d been waiting for them to tell me when they’d like me to come over – for it’s how we’d left it.  I offered, they brightened up and said yes, and said they’d let me know when.  I’d waited weeks and weeks, and wondered if perhaps they didn’t like to ask, so I offered again, and it tipped this person over the edge of reason and they simply exploded.  They shouted an awful lot of hurtful things at me, and told me that they didn’t love me, or like me, and that they didn’t want anything more to do with me. It was such a total shock because we’d always got on really well.

So … I finally learned in the last week of 2016,  that for my own sake, I have to leave this deep wound alone and move on.  Mr.Cobs has helped me see that after 15 months, if nothing has put things right after this length of time, then I HAVE to let it go and move on from it.  For the sake of my heart, and my health, I have to leave this behind me and allow my heart time to heal.

It’s difficult because I hate to see how depression is keeping this person fixed, almost like a prisoner, in one place and no longer enjoying life.  But, as Mr.Cobs has said over and over – I have to let it go.  I cannot continue to fret over this.

I’ve learned that I’m grateful for my parents being the best parents they could be, teaching me, showing me and making me aware of the things that are important.  And … I think they would have told me I realised,  probably about eight months ago,  that I HAD to just let go of this ‘thing’,  stop turning it over and over inside my heart and mind,  and instead move on.

So that’s what I’m doing.   I’m moving on Mom. ❤

Y’know …  I felt as if I just heard her say, over my left shoulder,  ‘Good girl.’

*I tell you none of this for sympathy …  and I want none.   I’m simply sharing what I’ve learned last year, and this was a really BIG learn for me.

OK… moving on:  NEXT!

I learned, during 2016, that it takes me two months to learn to write the new year numbers down on anything that I need to write it down on.  So I’m going to try harder with 2017!

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I learned all over again in 2016, how much I enjoy writing posts for this blog.  I’ve ‘met’ so many wonderful people via the blog and I cannot begin to tell you how enriching it is to know you all.  YOU reading this now.  YOU enrich my life by being in it.  So I take this opportunity to thank you for being who you are.  You’re truly amazing.  (And boy oh boy, you’re such a blessing!)

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I’ve learned how much I adore the simple jokes in life.  Complicated jokes are great … but sometimes they can be a bit too clever and they make my brain hurt trying to keep up with them.  But the simple, almost childlike jokes … aw, they are the jaw achers which I adore.  I shall attempt to remember to add a small handful at the end of this ‘ream of internet paper’.

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I’ve learned the importance of an afternoon snack. 4pm (ish) seems to be the point at which my sugar levels drop to a low and I will either fall asleep in my chair or take myself off to bed for a nap.  However … if I have something snackwise, at around 4pm, then I’m good to go for the rest of the day.  Have a snack!

And finally….

I’ve learned the importance of not hitting your knee on a substantial coffee table, made of 2″thick pine and made in such a way that a family of four could live in it in an emergency.  Actually … I learnt this lesson on the closing moments of 2016 … so only just, and the swear words are still bouncing off the walls of my brain!  Grrrrr!  Gosh, that knee hurts now, and it’s really, really hot to touch and swollen too!

OK…  I know you’ve been waiting for this part ….  here come the jokes:

On New Year’s Eve, Marilyn stood up in the local pub and said that it was time to get ready. At the stroke of midnight, she wanted every husband to be standing next to the one person who made his life worth living. Well, it was kind of embarrassing. Because,  as the clock struck, the bartender was almost crushed to death.
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What’s the difference between a ‘hippo’ and a ‘Zippo’?
 . . . . . .  One is really heavy, the other is a little lighter
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Two Clowns divorce.  A Custardy battle follows.
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Question for you …  Why is the winner of the Miss Universe contest always from earth?
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An annoying person told me “People have 2 Ears and 1 mouth, so they should listen more than they speak.”

I replied “People also have 1 mouth and 2 legs, so maybe you should shut up and go away.”

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In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth. After that, everything else was ‘Made in China’.

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WomenA species that loathes you for asking their age,but will torture you forever if you forget their birthday.

What is red and bad for your teeth?  . . .   A brick!

Isn’t it scary that doctors call what they do “practice”?

Love means nothing to a tennis player.

Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Who.
Who who?
What are you? An owl?

Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Smell map
Smell map who?
If you’re not giggling by now,  say it out loud.  If you’re still not giggling after that then click and hold the click over this —>“Smell map who?”  sounds like  ‘Smell my poo’ when said out loud<—

Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Doris.
Doris who?
Doris locked that’s why I’m knocking.

Knock, Knock
Who’s there?
Hatch
Hatch who?
Bless you and cover your mouth next time.

Knock, Knock
Who’s there?
Spell.
Spell who?
OK, W. H. O.

Knock, Knock
Who’s there?
Mikey.
Mikey who?
Mikey doesn’t fit in the keyhole

Knock Knock
Who’s there?
I eat map.
I eat map who?
Oh yuk!   That’s disgusting!  (you might have to say it out loud if you haven’t got it yet).

And finally …..

Wife texts husband: Where are you? Why aren’t you home yet?

Husband texts back: Love, do you remember the jewellery shop on Regent Street where you saw a diamond necklace and fell in love with it and I couldn’t afford it then, but I said ‘I will get it one day for you’?

Wife replies (all excited): Yes I do, I do.

Husband texts back to her: I am in the pub just next door to that.

fnar fnar!

Well I guess that there’s only one thing left for me to do now and that’s this (It’s only 34 seconds long):-

 

Remember you can reset your resolutions on January 14th (Orthodox New Year) and February 8th (Chinese New Year). After that, even I can’t help you.
I personally have only one resolution. To rediscover the difference between wants and needs. May I have all I need and want all I have.
May love, peace and harmony be yours in 2017, and my greatest wish for you is for contentment to be yours.  For when you have contentment, you then have everything you could possibly want.  Happy New Year to you!

With love ~

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Things I’ve Learned This Week

Happy Friday! 

Well we here and that means we made it through another week despite all the doom sayers and awful news on the TV and reports in the papers.  I guess, that when you think of all the things which could have happened to us,  and didn’t  . . .  we truly are blessed and in a great position to have an equally good weekend!

So anyhoo … we’re here to find out what I’ve learned this week and for me to educationamalise you with all my new-found intellamagence.  So please put on your water wings.  Batten down the hatches.  Fix your safety belt in place.  Press buttons 1 and 2 and . . . .   We’re Off! . . .

I’ve learned this week that:-  Man has advanced technologically in such a way that we can get signals back from a probe orbiting a great big gas giant a billion gazillion miles away, BUT  my mobile phone can’t work if there are one or two big trees near where I’m trying to use it.

I recall my daughter and son-in-law going on a fishing trip a couple of years or so ago, and she told me that she tried to call me from the boat, out in the ocean, but she couldn’t get a signal.  WHAT THE HECK?  Why can’t a cell phone find a signal, out in the middle of the ocean, on a fishing boat, with no trees, no bad weather, no buildings…. nothing at all around them to block the signals …. and yet, the message came up saying no signal.

Why is that?  Why can we fly a man to the moon, and back, and see him on TV jumping around his spaceship while he’s in space, and yet …  these boffins can’t get mobile phones to work adequately.  Nor can they get cable TV to work without a problem.  Nor Satellite TV to work brilliantly if there’s a big rain or snow storm.  COME ON YOU BOFFINS,  SORT IT OUT!

I think we should start a movement to tell our governments that we, the people, refuse to allow them to spend even so much as a penny more on space exploration until they’ve sorted out modern life for us here on planet Earth!

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I learned this week that A Spanish company has created a hi-tech mattress intended to tell the buyer whether their partner is being unfaithful in the conjugal bed when left alone at home.

The “Smarttress” apparently looks like any other mattress, but the manufacturer says that its concealed sensors detect suspicious movements in the bed.  If the pressure matches algorithms based on research carried out on sexual motions, the worried partner will receive a warning on his or her mobile phone.

If your partner isn’t faithful, then at least your mattress will be” – is the slogan being used by the bed maker Durmet.

Now several things strike me about this and I simply have to share them with you:

  1. I’d be a bit taken aback if Mr. Cobs suddenly had our mattress changed for no apparent reason.  The man (bless him) has a short arm and a long pocket, so for him to pay rather a pretty price (and they are rather pricey) for a new mattress is totally out of his ‘comfort zone’,  and I’m kind of guessing that other husbands/partners/wifes would be the same.  People don’t buy something big like a mattress for a surprise gift, like they would buy a bunch of flowers or box of chocolates.  So I’d already be a bit eyebrow knitted and questioning why he’d done it.
  2. Durmet (the makers) say:  “the technology is so advanced that the jealous app user will be able to see in real-time what parts of the bed are seeing the most activity, giving him or her a mental picture of exactly what their partner is up to”.  Hmm, well they’re already talking themselves out of sales because if someone is found to be having an affair on that mattress, then, personally, I wouldn’t want to sleep on the mattress ever again, so it would be thrown out.  What a waste of money!
  3. It doesn’t tell you if your partner is having a wild love life on the stairs;  in the garden shed;  on the kitchen floor;  in the car;  in a Hotel; or at the home of their ‘lover’.  So it’s not that brilliant as an idea.
  4. And finally . . . . .  I doubt very much that at my age and decrepit state of health,  I’d get the moves required to send the signal, to any device other than my Doctors telling them I’d broken a hip whilst trying to do the ‘dance of lurve’ on a new mattress!

I’ve learned this week (from a television light entertainment programme)  that devices such as the one you’re reading this blog post on right at this moment, give off something called Blue Light.  Now this ‘blue light’ actually has a bad affect upon a person,  particularly so if you’re exposed to it for 2 to 3 hours before going to bed. 

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I quote from the report:

Until the advent of artificial lighting, the sun was the major source of lighting, and people spent their evenings in (relative) darkness.  Now, in much of the world, evenings are illuminated, and we take our easy access to all those lumens pretty much for granted.

But we may be paying a price for basking in all that light.  At night, light throws the body’s biological clock—the circadian rhythm—out of whack.  Sleep suffers.  Worse, research shows that it may contribute to the causation of cancer, diabetes, heart disease, and obesity.

Blue wavelengths—which are beneficial during daylight hours because they boost attention, reaction times, and mood—seem to be the most disruptive at night.

Researchers have linked short sleep to increased risk for depression, as well as diabetes and cardiovascular problems.

So … if you find yourself suffering with problems sleeping, or even find yourself over-eating,  here are some things you could do to try to cut out that blue light which just might be the thing which is causing your problem(s) . . .

  • Use dim red lights for night lights. Red light has the least power to shift circadian rhythm and suppress melatonin.
  • Avoid looking at bright screens beginning two to three hours before bed.
  • If you work a night shift or use a lot of electronic devices at night, consider wearing blue-blocking glasses or installing an app that filters the blue/green wavelength at night.
  • Expose yourself to lots of bright light during the day, which will boost your ability to sleep at night, as well as your mood and alertness during daylight.

I’ve also learned a lesson about myself this week

I’ve learned that the older I’ve become, the more respect I need to be shown.  This would come as a surprise to some of the folks who know me in real life (when they realise that this change has taken place).  I’ve found that I don’t like this apparently newish’ idea of medical folks calling me by my Christian name.  I expect and require them to treat me respectfully and call me by my title:  Mrs. Cobs.  I’m not their ‘friend’ and they’re not they mine – so Mrs. Cobs will do perfectly well, thank you.

Neither am I willing to allow people to be rude to me and then expect me to simply forget how badly they’ve behaved, without them even thinking that they owe me an apology, and/or and explanation.

This new ‘thing’ has surprised me, because I’ve always been someone who puts myself last.  I’ve always been a stickler for making sure that (for example) Mr. Cobs is given the full respect he deserves, but have never pushed for that same respect to be shown to me.  So finding myself this week facing a situation where this sudden realisation became clear to me, it’s kind of surprised me, and I’m still trying to get used to the feeling that, actuallyI’m important, and the way I’m treated is important.  And …  that I’m not willing to ignore the things I would have always ignored before, because I believed that I wasn’t that important so *it* didn’t matter.  *It*  DOES matter . . .   and so do I.

It’s an odd feeling … and I’m still getting used to it – but it seems to ‘fit’.

Well … you know what it’s time for now, don’t you?

You can take off your tin helmets.  Remove your safety belts.  Kick off your shoes.  Take a deep breath, and … r.e.l.a.x.

These are the Jokes, Folks!

I never wanted to believe that my Dad was stealing from his job as a road worker. But when I got home, all the signs were there.

Q: Did you hear about the female opera singer who had quite a range at the lower end of the scale. A: She was known as the deep C diva.

What did the buffalo say to his son when he dropped him off at school? …….Bison.

What do you call a midget psychic who just escaped from prison?  A small medium at large

Whats orange and sounds like a parrot?   –  right-click, hold the click and roll cursor over here for the answer:—->A carrot<—-

Two cows are standing in a field and one cow says to the other: “What do you think about that mad cow disease?”, the other cow responds: “What do I care “I’m a helicopter”

What do you call a woman with a pint of beer on her head playing snooker?
Beatrix Potter

Why did Tigger have his head down the toilet?
He was looking for pooh

What do you call a deer with no eyes?
No idea

What do you call a bear with no teeth?
Gummy bear

What animal drops from the sky?
A rain deer

What did one volcano say to other?
I lava you

Q: What did Jay-Z call his girlfriend before they got married?   A:   Feyoncé!!

And finally ….  I learned this week …. That the shinbone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room.

Thank you so much for coming and sharing a coffee with me.  I love this weekly thing we have going on.  May today be easy.  May you give and get smiles.  And may you end the day with a smile, knowing that when you think of all the things that could have gone wrong today, today turned out to be not so bad a day after all.

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Have a truly blessed day my friends.

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Happy Friday!  . . .  Apparently it’s now officially winter – as far as ‘weather reports’ are concerned.  I don’t know why this happens or the reasons for this.  I only heard it on the weather report this morning but I was so busy taking in this information and trying to work out if I’d heard it correctly that I didn’t hear the reasoning behind it.  But there you have it.  It’s winter.

They are reporting that the UK set for the heaviest snowfall for years, and the Long-range forecast warns that the Winter of 2016 is going to be THE BIG FREEZE!   Saying that Britain is facing the heaviest snowfalls in years this winter, as the country’s first icy blast arrives soon, and it will unleash (apparently)  four months –  (FOUR MONTHS!?) –  of heavy snow and sub-zero temperatures.  I read that forecasters have announced this,  and they added:  “expect a very ‘exciting’ December with the possibility of a White Christmas this year“.  OK….  so  NOW I’M GETTING EXCITED! 

The last white Christmas I remember was in the 1980’s …  so this would be such a huge event and I’m already feeling the excitement of it.  In fact … so much so that I’ve even bought a woolly bobble hat!   (If you read one of my posts a few weeks ago, you’ll already know that I look like an extraordinarily comical, female, over-sized unwanted 8th Dwarf from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves  when wearing ANY hat.  So this new bobble hat is a BIG thing for me to have bought!).

It’s a chilly, cold wind which is already blowing around outside.  This morning, here where we live in the South of Great Britain,  it was minus 6.  Mr. Cobs informed me of this when he came back in the house from letting the chickens out to play.  I believed entirely that it was minus 6, for I could feel that minus 6 blow right through our little cottage when he opened the door to come back in!  It made me want to hibernate!  Brrrr!

Oh anyhoo…  we’re here to find out what I’ve learned this week so let’s get on with it, shall we?

This weeks Lessons in the Key of Life seem to have been (in a lot of circumstances)  about things which start with the letter H!  I have no idea why, but I thought I’d go with it and share this Letter H stuff with you.  Hats on?  Had your shots?  Here we go …

Henge Stonehenge to be precise.  I learned that Stonehenge was in private ownership until 1916, when it was bought,  on the spur of the moment by Sir Cecil Chubb, who was the owner of a local lunatic asylum,  as a present for his wife. Three years later she gave the site to the nation. 

Now this posed a question for me.  Why would a chap buy his wife some big stones which weren’t of the diamond variety?  Did he think this would earn him brownie points?  Well … the fact that she gave this gift away just three years later, must surely have told him something.

So, in the interests of happy Christmas days to come, may I make a suggestion to all the fabulous chaps who read this Friday post (and I know there are a few of you because I have the class register with your names clearly shown on it) ….  Here’s my tip for Christmas Gifts for the fabulous women in your life.   If you’re struggling to find something she’ll be happy to receive,  I truthfully think that if you go by this one rule, you’ll probably strike the right chord:  Buy:-  Something with a Hallmark on it.

You can thank me later.

Hypnotism.  Did you know that:  English writer – Charles Dickens’ marriage broke down partly because of his obsession with Hypnotism Now this surprised me, because if you read a little bit of information about Mr. Dickens you’d find a whole lot more stuff which would and could have broken down his marriage way before this obsession!

I learned this week that:  Apparently Chickens can be hypnotised.   From what I learned:  The record period for a chicken remaining in a hypnotic state is 3 hours 47 minutes.  

Holidays.  Let’s start with a Holiday inspired joke, just to lighten the mood, shall we?

The girl at the Ryanair check-in desk said,   –   “Window or aisle?”
I replied,  –  “Window or you’ll what?”

fnar fnar!

 I have to explain –  here in Great Britain (at least), a ‘Holiday’ is what people of the USA call a ‘Vacation’.  Where-as Christmas is NOT a holiday to the folk of the UK. Christmas is exactly as it says.  It’s CHRISTMAS – and we don’t call it anything but that.

So now we know that  ….

I learned this week that popular Holiday island Hawaii was discovered by Captain Cook in 1778 and named the Sandwich Islands in memory of his patron, the Earl of Sandwich. On landing, he and every man on his crew became completely constipated: one man suffered for 44 days in a row. The men became the first Westerners to witness the traditional Hawaiian sport of surfing.  Cook was murdered in Hawaii in 1779.

The Hawaiian State flag is the only US flag to feature a Union Jack.  It also has eight red white and blue stripes representing the eight main Hawaiian islands.

The ‘wiki’ in Wikipedia is Hawaiian for ‘fast’.

Here’s a question for you: 

I want those of you who have had Haemorrhoids to put your hand up.  Go on.  No one is going to see you, you’re all alone!

Those of you who didn’t put your hands up . . .  are fibbers!

Haemorrhoids : everyone has them!  I learned this week, from watching a TV programme at about 2am in the morning, (sleep escaped me), that EVERYONE has haemorrhoids (UK spelling).  They’re apparently like little cushions in the walls of your B.T.M. and live there quite happily.  However … something happens to upset them, and that’s when they become a problem.  It could be childbirth, carrying a little extra weight, ‘straining’, or even, apparently, a sneeze can cause them to inflame.  However – that old wives tale that sitting on a radiator gives you piles or haemorrhoids, is exactly that.  An old wives tale.  There’s nothing to prove that this causes the problem.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we come to the final H of our ‘What I’ve Learned This Week’ list…..  Happiness.  Or Happiness in the form of Jokes, to be precise.  Are you ready for a chuckle?

Q)  What’s green and fuzzy and would kill you if it fell out of a tree? 

A)  A pool table.

Q)  What did the Pirate say when he turned 80?

A)  Aye Matey.

I tried to catch fog yesterday.    Mist.

Q)  Why does a Chicken Coop have two doors?   A)  If it had four, it’d be a chicken sedan.

Doctor: “I’m sorry but you suffer from a terminal illness and have only 10 to live.”. . . . 
Patient: “What do you mean, 10? 10 what? Months? Weeks?!”  . . . . .
Doctor: “Nine.”

I’ve just been on a once-in-a-lifetime holiday. I’ll tell you what, never again.

A male friend met a Dutch girl with inflatable shoes last week. He rang her up to arrange a date, but unfortunately she’d popped her clogs.

How do you make a tissue dance?  You put a little boogie into it.

Where does a sheep go for a haircut?  To the baaa baaa shop!

Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl in the bathroom?  Because it has a silent pee.

And finally ….  I’ve decided to sell my Hoover… well, it was just collecting dust.

Thank you so much for coming and having a coffee with me.  I love seeing you here.
Have a wonderful day, doing whatever it is that you’ll be doing.  Remember … you have a choice of what sort of day you have.  Choose a Good one!
Oh …   and have a fabulous weekend.  May you find peace and rest, and maybe a few smiles along the way.

Sending squidges to you in your corner,  from me in mine.  ~

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Things I’ve Learned This Week.

Happy Friday!  Last Friday of November this year.  You know what that means, don’t you?  …….  It means that ‘thing’ is upon us.  Yes…  Christmas is only four weeks and one day away!  But don’t panic – we have ages yet.  29 days in fact. (not including today and Christmas day of course).   Ages!  Just remember to put your sprouts on a low light by the end of this month and you’ll be fine!  (I think British readers might understand that little joke about ourselves,  more than anyone else understands it).

But let us put away thoughts of Christmas and instead turn our attentions to Friday, because, after all, that’s what we’re here for!

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Shall I share with you what I’ve learned this week?  Do you have your seat belt on?  Ready?  Steady?  GO!

This week I’ve learned:   That The founder of match.com, Gary Kremen, lost his girlfriend to a man she met on match.com!  How embarrassing, but fantastic is that?  It’s sad, but it proves that the site actually works.

I also learned: The sun’s core is so hot that a piece of it the size of a pinhead would give off enough heat to kill a person 160 kilometres (over 99 miles) away.  Can you believe that?  A tiny piece like that?  WOW!

I learned this week that the shortest war ever fought was between Britain and Zanzibar on August 27, 1896. Zanzibar surrendered after 38 minutes.  (You can read about this if you want to find out what this was all about, HERE)

I learned a very important lesson this week,  that being:  … Medically –  you shouldn’t ever ignore a symptom.  If something isn’t quite right or doesn’t seem or feel right, you should get yourself to your Doctor and not hang about.  Hanging about can make a problem worse.  So look here you lot!….  Do as I say, not as I do!

Oooooo  . . .   This one tickled the heck out of me:-

I learned this week that until 1913,  children in America could legally be sent by parcel post.  I can’t see a problem with this.  It’s an economical way of travelling and I think we should all do it!   I bet it would be cheaper than buying an air ticket!  (nooo… I’m only joshing with you! lol)

Ohhh, and this one sent me off on a totally different thought pattern  .. Did you know that if you drilled a tunnel straight through the Earth and jumped in, it would take you exactly 42 minutes and 12 seconds to get to the other sideAgain … another cheap way of travelling.  I think Walt Disney ought to look into this.  They could make it into the ‘Worlds Biggest Slide’, and charge people to experience Time Travel just by buying a ticket to: ‘Travel on the World Slide‘.  We could all visit Australia (or wherever the other side of the world is for you where you live) just for the day.  Travelling time to go there and back would be just One hour and 24 minutes!   It would be a Walt Disney Spectacular!  (Those Airlines would soon be putting their charges down and bringing back those good old-fashioned seats which gave paying customers leg room and comfort!)

And here’s something I learned this week which I absolutely loved ….  When he enlisted in the army,  J. R. R. Tolkien’s son Michael put down his father’s profession as ‘Wizard’.  Ohhh I love this sooooo much!  It tickled me in just the right place,   I think perhaps because our girls talked it over when they were little and decided, that I was The Magnificent Mad Madam Mim – from the Walt Disney film: The Sword in the Stone.  I don’t think they saw her (at their tender ages) as being an antagonist or wicked person – but more of a slightly crazy but kind of loveable woman who made them giggle.

However  ‘pet’ names sometimes live on, and for daughter No.1who is now approaching her mid 30’s,   I am still and probably forever will be:  “Mim”.

Of course, I always showed mock horror and denied that I was anything like her.  “After all,” I said,  ..  “I don’t have Purple Hair!”.

And finally ….  Friday wouldn’t be Friday if I didn’t share a few jokes with you which I’d learned this week!

What key won’t let you through any doors?  …….  A turkey.

Why do bees hum?  ….  Because they don’t remember the words!

What key would open a banana?   …….  With a monkey!

What’s white and sits on the TV at night?  …. *click and hold the click and roll your cursor over this area here to see the hidden answer →  A fly in her nightie.

It has four legs and it can fly, what is it?  ……. do the same again, click, hold the click and roll your cursor over here → Two Birds!

How can you tell you have an elephant in your bedroom? ……  By the big “E” on his pyjamas.

How do you measure a snake? …..  In inches.  Snakes don’t have feet.

Why did the elephant wear green socks?  …..  Because the red ones were wet.

Why did the elephant swim on his back?  …..  So his green socks wouldn’t get wet too.

What is black and white and waits on the washing line?  ….. find the hidden answer by holding the click and hi-lighting here → A fly in a wedding dress.  ←  (you didn’t see that one coming, did you!  LOL)

Thank you so much for coming and sharing a coffee with me.  This week has been an adventure of learning,  and I’m sure that you’ve learned some stuff this week too.  If you’d care to … I’d love to hear about whatever you’ve learned this week too.  Just tell me in a comment, so that I can come and spend some time in your world too, and see how your ‘education’ has, like mine, grown this week.

This weekend waste some time.  Hard working people never waste time on frivolous fun-filled activities.  Yet, for hard-working people, any time spent this way is far from wasted.   So one of my wishes for you this weekend is to waste some time.  Grab your coat, and a friend or partner or dog or the children, and go out and have some frivolous, fun-filled time doing nothing but enjoying the freedom.  If it’s raining, have a tea party in the house with your little ones, and if you don’t have little ones, then go and visit a friend who does, take some little cakes and biscuits (cookies) which the little ones would love, and tell them you’ve come for a tea party.  Really throw yourself into it.

You’ll be the bestest, most loved, fun-filled uncle/aunty/grammy/granddad etc, etc, that they ever knew,  and you, in turn, will have had one of the most enjoyable few hours, ever!

Of course … if there are no children around to have a tea party with …  then have one with a friend or two!  Make, bake or buy cakes, set the table and get your friends over for a tea party, and just to have some fun.  Of course … you could also have a Beer and cake party if you’re a chap.  Or … how about visiting your parents and taking the tea party idea to them as a surprise?!

May your weekend be blessed with love, smiles and joy.  Be safe out there, and … be nice to each other.

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Things I’ve Learned This Week!

Happy Friday all. We’ve survived another week!

But .. I seemed to wake on Monday morning and by the time I’d showered, got dressed and done my hair, it was Friday!  Someone is stealing time and I’m going on a mission to find the beastly boy who’s doing this!  (It’s a boy.  I know it’s a boy.  Don’t ask me how, I just feel it,  and I know it’s a boy).

Shall we dive into my diary and find out what I’ve learned and am wiser because of, this week?  Seat belts on, I’m unlocking the fancy lock on the cover of my diary ...ready?  …. in we go   . . .

I learned this week  . . .  that I have too many clothes and I don’t wear half of them. Now just stop and think about what I’ve just said.  Chaps … this is a gal talking and she’s just said she’s got too many clothes.  Yup, you read it rightGirls …  I’ve just told all your men that a girl can have too many clothes.  When your man points this out to you remember to say:  “Yes but that’s Cobs, and her husband is a millionaire.”  I’m only giving you that ‘get out clause’  so that you don’t hate me for telling the chaps that I have too many clothes.  (N.B.  Mr.Cobs isn’t a millionaire.  I have access to his wallet, his pockets, our bank account is joint,  and … I’ve had up every floorboard in this place and found nothing.  Definitely NOT a millionaire.)

I’ve learned this week  that there is only one particular Christmas Advertising Video this year which makes me cry.

Here in the UK  (from mid November’ish’)  various different (big) companies release their Christmas videos and it’s become a bit of a thing to try to out-do the other companies for the best video.  Normally, it’s John Lewis who win hands down.  They make some really magical Christmas videos which melt my (and an awful lot of others) hearts.  However this year, their video just makes me howl with laughter and joy.

BUT …  there is one video which seems to (at the moment) have passed by unnoticed by some folks here, but for me, it’s the one which turns me into a big girly wreck, crying, sniffing, dabbing with a tissue and wanting to watch it again – even though I know it will make me cry all over again.  (I’ve so far watched it six times, and after each one, I’ve cried like a baby).  I have to share this one with you.  Guys might not ‘get it’ … but I’m pretty certain that most ladies will….  –   it’s only just over a minute long  (and totally child safe in case you have one of those in the room with you) 

So…  are you crying?  Did it make you cry? ….  Almost cry?  …  Not cry at all???

I’ve also learned this week .…  that some Craft Companies expect their customer to be clairvoyant when they don’t send you an item which is clearly shown on a delivery note, which they’ve enclosed in the parcel along with all the other items you ordered at the same time.

Customers are apparently expected to automatically know  that because these companies haven’t included *that* item in the parcel,  it’s not that they’ve forgotten to pack it in with the rest of the order,  but that they’re waiting for it to come back into stock.  And when you phone them up to tell them who you are, what the order number was, and which item it is which is missing,  their attitude is as if you should have known in the first place and you’re wasting their time by phoning.

This forces me to ask …  EXACTLY  HOW  DIFFICULT  IS  IT –  to simply write on the delivery note:  “To Follow” or words to that effect?

CRAFT COMPANIES  take note:  …  I’m going to begin naming and praising very soon, the companies which I’ve shopped at, or with,  which have given me good or excellent service.

BUT   I’m also going to begin naming and shaming  those companies who need to pull their socks up;  buck up their act;  or generally  GET WITH THE PROGRAMME!

Give good service, get more custom.  Give poor service, customers will shop elsewhere. It’s as simple as that.

Crafters chat to other crafters,  face to face, social media or on their Blogs,  and they share their experiences with and of particular companies.  Don’t lose out on free advertising by giving crafters bad service.

I’ve also learned this week …  That a crafter shouldn’t ever think that they’re great at something just because they’ve been doing it for a while. Even crafters who have been crafting for longer than they care to admit to being alive,  can still be the complete opposite of a genius  and burn her fingers on the bally heat gun;  cover herself in ink which won’t wash off and makes her hands and nails look like she’s a potato farmer with no shovel;   and moves things around in her craft room to make it easier for herself,  then can’t find the blasted things she’s moved when she needs them a day after she moved the blasted things in the first &£%*>^  place!!!

And that same Crafter can suddenly remember at 10pm one night that she needs a particular type of card for the following day,  then frantically goes through everything she has in her craft room trying to find inspiration and at 11.20pm finally gives up, telling herself she’ll look in the morning,   knowing all the time that she may as well just go to the shop and buy whatever they have  because she’s obviously a simpleton with a noodle for a brain and she’ll never be able to make anything ever again so she might as well sell all her equipment in her craft room right now damn it and be done with it!

…… clunk.  screeeeeech.  clunk.  [sound soapbox being put away]

I’ve also learned  that people are some of the nicest things God invented.

When you give people a reason to be lovely, they will (more often than not), be lovely.  When you give them a reason to care, they will (more often than not) care.  When you show them a need which you have to get them involved in praying for someone they maybe have never met before, don’t know and haven’t even heard of that particular persons blog before …  These people will see that their own prayer or ‘wish’ or hope,  could be the one that makes the difference and will pray, or wish, or hope and push that feeling out into the ether.  And they’ll show their support by leaving a few words for that person to read so that they see that they’re not alone.  People care.  People care enough to make an effort for a person they don’t even know.  People care enough to try.  People are hoping. Wishing.  Praying,  for a positive outcome.

I hope it’s ok for me to let you know, and I don’t think that she’ll mind me sharing with you   ….  I had a very short email chat with Michelle today and she said: …  “the outpouring of love and support meant so much, and came at perhaps my lowest point”.

Thank you to those wonderful people who left her a message of support,  who prayed,  who wished,  and/or hoped.  Each and every one of you made a difference.  Sometimes, just knowing that people are rooting for you, praying for you, wishing you well … or are just on your side, is all it takes to give someone the strength to keep on keeping on.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and doing what you did.  (If you left a message for her on her blog and it hasn’t appeared yet, it isn’t that you’ve been forgotten, things are getting done as and when they can be, as you would expect).  

But from me,   many, many thanks xxx  Bless you all. How brilliant you are.  I love you. 

And … finally…

Since I always try to leave you with something funny to smile about …. 

I mentioned a few paragraphs ago about the John Lewis Christmas Video for this year which makes me laugh ….  I share it with you here  (don’t fret, it’s only a little over two minutes long – and again, totally child safe)

 

…..  and in case that wasn’t quite enough . . .

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And a few silly but funnies …  ….

Q: Why can’t you give Elsa a balloon?
A: Because she will . . . Let it go.  Let it go.
Q: Who earns a living driving their customers away?
A: A taxi driver
Q: Where do bees go to the bathroom?
A: At the BP station!
Q: What do you call security guards working outside Samsung shops?
A: Guardians of the Galaxy.
Q: What do you get from a pampered cow?

A: Spoiled milk.

Q: What do you call a belt with a watch on it?
A: A complete waist of time

Well, that’s me done and dusted.  I’ve fessed up, taught you what life and taught me, and given you some jokes to make you smile.  Yes, the oldies are the besties.
Have a truly wonderful Friday, whatever you’re doing.  May the wind blow a little softly, if it has to blow at all.  May the rain be gentle, if it has to rain.  And may your day be filled with happiness and smiles, dotted throughout the hours.   Be kind to someone today.  Say something nice.  Admire their shoes.  Like their hair.  Tell them they’ve lost weight (even if they haven’t – insist that you think they have, just a little).  Let’s do it to them before they do it to us.  (be kind that is).

See you next time.  In the meantime,  I’m sending squidges,  to you there in your corner,  from me here in mine.

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What I’ve Learned this Week.

Welcome to the Cobwebs Airlines.  I hope you’re going to enjoy your flight.  Take off your shoes, socks, and nylons, and do up your seat belt.  Take off is about to begin…

To the left you’ll see see what I’ve learned this week.  To the right … you’ll see the end of the sentences and paragraphs.  Ok… hold hands everyone!  We’re taking off!  . . .

One or two of our TV channels here (in the UK) have begun to show Christmas films.  Not all day every day you understand – (however, saying that Sky Christmas on Virgin 410 seem to be doing something along those lines) but because of this I came to realise, last Sunday (6th November), that no matter how many times I may have seen some of my favourite Christmas movies, I never tire of seeing them every year.

They turn up like far off family visitors, kind of unexpected in a way, but once you settle down together you actually begin to enjoy the fun of them being there, and the warmth they bring to your heart and home.

I’ve learned a beautiful lesson from these Movies – that being:   I never tire of Christmas movies that Mr.Cobs and I watched with our girls when they were little.

Those little girls are now very much grown up  –  one in her late 20’s and the other approaching her mid 30’s –  both with families of their own.  However, in a tiny corner of my heart, they live on as the little girls they once were.  I can recall their giggling laughs.  Their squeals of joy.  Their little girl footsteps on the stairs.  And I miss those girls so very much.  I miss how their tiny hands fitted into the palm of my hand.  I miss how they would jump all over me if I was on the sofa. And I miss wrapping them and myself up warmly, with our Wellington Boots on, and going out in a howling gale in the winter, so that they could experience that feeling of the wind rushing past them, making them catch their breaths.  Seeing leaves flying high into the air and dancing on the wind.  I miss their little rosy cheeks when we got back in the house again, and how they thought that the best thing in the world was drinking chocolate to warm them up again.

This week I also learned that:  My sense of fun is very much alive and living happily in my inner child;  and my inner child is in more evidence at Christmas than at any other time.

I’ve learned this week …  that little Starlings (birds) are cheeky chappies.

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A cheeky Starling, taken by Mr.Cobs.

We’d gone to the Harbour side, here where we live, to sit and watch the boats, yachts, and various other modes of water transport which we see there.  Mr. Cobs had taken some cheese biscuits with him and we didn’t notice but …. we were being watched. Obviously, the time was right and bravery won, and our ‘watcher’ fluttered up off the floor and landed purposefully on the wing mirror, next to the open window of Mr.C.   Mr. Cobs fed him a morsel of biscuit, which he took from his hand, and jumped down onto the floor to eat.  A moment later, he was back, asking if it was at all “possible to have a little more please?”  Mr. Cobs gave him another tidbit of biscuit.  Again, he jumped down to eat his biscuit.  A moment later he was back … obviously feeling rather proud of himself and a little braver this time.  Mr Cobs offered him another tidbit and he was just about to take it when …. two other Starlings ambushed the little brave bird and pushed him off the wing mirror!  What a darn cheek!

Mr. Cobs popped his head out of the window and saw that the little Starling had managed to keep his bit of biscuit and was eating it on the floor, next to the car, but Mr. Cobs pulled his head in and pressed the button to wind the window up.  We decided that it was time to leave before we were invaded by a large bunch annoyed little birds, all demanding biscuits!  eeek!

I also learned this week ….  that I have a Deviated Septum.

I’ve been suffering for about 2 years now with ‘nose problems’ which led me to thinking that I must have a sinus infection which wouldn’t go away.

I’d had the problem for about twelve months before I finally went to the doctor.  I’m not a natural Doctor visitor.    I was sent to see a lovely lady specialist.  She took details, asked questions and then, (after asking of course) popped a tube/light and maybe a camera thing up my nose.  I have no idea what it looked like for I closed my eyes.  I didn’t want to see it because that way I couldn’t imagine what it was doing and I wouldn’t be scared! 

She told me I would need to have a CT Scan, but in the meantime she gave me a long course of super strength antibiotics,  and said I was to get the receptionist at the desk to make another appointment with her, and one for the CT scan.

I took the course of antibiotics and . . .  they worked!   It was so wonderful to be able to breathe again.  I could sniff up my nose.  I could talk without sounding like I had a heavy cold.  I could speak a whole sentence without getting out of breath and having to puff and pant like I smoked a hundred cigarettes a day.

If only I could now get rid of these blasted headaches then life would be so much nicer.

My GP knew about the headaches.  I’d had x-rays of my head and they apparently showed nothing.  A doctor at the big main hospital suggested I was suffering with migraines.  She cheerfully bounced around the room with a huge grin on her face and suggested that I try to relax more and get rid of the stress in my life.  I thanked her for her time and left.  My exact thoughts were …  “Well what a total pillock she is!”

I had to report back to my Doctor two weeks later.  When I told him what had been said he actually laughed a sort of  “hurrrhfff” noise.

I’ve suffered these crushing,  seriously debilitating,  whole head pain filled,  headaches  for about 20 months or so.  I don’t get them every single day … but I get them for about 10 or 11 days in a row, then I might get a day off or sometimes two, and then they’ll come back again.

I wake up in the morning and my head hurts like I’ve been held by the ankles and spun round by someone who’s purposely hit my head up against a wall, many times.  I can’t lie down because of the pain.  I can only sit upright, in a dark room, with no noise, curtains drawn, sunglasses on, and just  s.i.t.   I can’t hold a conversation.  I can only answer with a ‘yes’ or a’ no’, or ‘ok’,  but nothing more.  And I’m totally incapable of remembering anything said to me during the time that the pain is worst – so anytime from around 5am to 2.30pm (the times vary –  but an average day would be from around 7.30am to 1.30/2pm). [sigh]

When I went back this week to see the lady specialist she told me that after seeing the CT scan, and after showing it to her colleague (a surgeon) they both agree that I have a Deviated Septum.  She explained what it is …  and I nodded and understood what she was saying.  For now, she’s given me another prescription for the strong antibiotics which she gave me before, the one’s which worked.  But, she told me that this was something that needed surgery in order to put it right.

When I got home from the hospital I said to Himself … I’ve just had a thought ….  I wonder if this could be the cause of my headaches???  Darn it!  I should have asked her!  What a dope!  Mr.C suggested I look on the internet… so I did.

Guess what I learned.  . . . This Deviated Septum could be the cause of my headaches!

You’ll never guess what else I learned ....   The website said that one of the things which could cause a Deviated Septum was an injury to the nose.  OH.  MY.  GOODNESS!!!  My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as a memory of how this may have happened came rushing back . . .

About two years ago, Little Cobs was sat on my lap and suddenly threw himself backwards, stopping with a BANG against my body and winding me – but his head travelled further backwards  and he head butted me on the face with the back of his head.  His little head hit my nose with so much force that I really thought he’d broken my nose!  I grabbed a tissue thinking that my nose must be gushing blood – but nothing.  No bleeding at all.  My nose and face ached for days afterwards, but there was no swelling and I only had a slight bruising under my eye on one side, so I just thought that it would go away and I ignored it.  (Although mind, each time Mr.C leaned in for a kiss I would push him off with a command of  “Eeek!  MIND MY NOSE!“)

Little Cobs (I think) gave me the Deviated Septum.   Bless his heart.  I’m hoping that next time he wants to give me something,  it’s a kiss or a bag of sweeties!

Strange thing is …  I’ve stood and looked at my nose in the mirror and I can’t see anything wonky or bumpy.  I asked Mr.C if he can see a bump or maybe a teeny twist or wiggle to my nose, but he says he can’t either.  But … I’ve looked up my nose  and  I can see that there’s something different about the inside of the two nostrils. [shudder]

A Deviated Septum … no.  That just sounds too silly for someone like me.  I’ve decided that I shall call it … My Mutant, Sep.  I’m going to choose to believe that I have a mutant called Sep who lives up my nose.  Sounds so much more friendly than a Deviated Septum, dontcha think?

Other things I’ve learned this week:

I’ve learned that my littlest cat, Dolly Daydreams (aka Princess Tippy Toes) can move off her prized ‘seat’ on the sofa SO quickly, that she can be snuggled down on my chair, when I’ve stood up for a moment to adjust my clothing, and I never even saw her move!.  It was only as I was half way down to sitting on my chair again that I noticed she’d gone missing and I stopped myself from sitting on her. I turned around and there she was with that  “It’s my chair now!  Nur!!!” look on her face.  Needless to say, it wasn’t her chair and she was moved back to the sofa again and told so.  The darn cheek of it!

I’ve learned that blogging is actually quite a lot of work – and that I worry that I won’t chat about things which people will enjoy reading.  – But I’ve found that if I just be myself, then things seem to work out ok,  …   and …  I keep my fingers crossed that I don’t let anyone down  and that I don’t blog about boring things or send anyone to sleep.

I’ve learned for the millionth time, that a compliment, out of the blue, can make someone’s day.  I went shopping today, and  coming around the end of an aisle, I came across an older lady dressed in a blue coat and wearing a beautiful darker blue and white scarf.  She had such a sweet face too.  I took one look at her and said:  “Oh my goodness,  …. ohhhh you look so very stylish!”  She looked at me with a smile but a quizzical look and said …  “Say that again?” as if she hadn’t heard properly.  So I repeated it. She was totally over the moon.  Cock-a-hoop!   She told me where she’d bought her coat and how old it was, even how much she’d paid for it.  I told her that the colour suited her and that teamed with her scarf, the outfit looked totally stylish.  I left her smiling and thanking me.  Isn’t it just fabulous how a few little words can really make someone’s day so much brighter and happier.

And finally ….

I’ve learned ….  some new jokes.  Ready? ….

Q)   What goes up and down but does not move?  . . . . .  A)   Stairs

Q)   What do you call cheese that’s not yours?  . . .   A)   Nacho cheese!

Q)   What did one wall say to the other wall?   . . .    A)   I’ll meet you at the corner.
Q)  What do elves learn in school?   . . .   A)  The elf-abet.
Q)  Where do pencils go for vacation?   . . . A)  Pencil-vania.
and finally …..
Q)   What is Santa’s favourite pizza?   . . .    A)   One that’s deep pan, crisp and even.

Wishing you a truly Fabulous Friday.  May your day be happy.  May your troubles be small, and may your joy for life be never-ending.

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Things I’ve learned this Week

Welcome to the Friday Postcard from Cobwebs, where I share with you all the stuff I’ve learned this week.

Life teaches us all some lessons and ‘stuff’ it believes we need to learn or know about.  Some of these things might be painful.  Some of them may give you a heartache.  Some may touch you so deeply that you can almost feel this  ‘thing’  slowly sinking into your soul.  Some things may make you cry.  But then there are some things which will make you smile.  Or laugh.  Or just set up your day with a base of a good mood which carries you through your day.  I’m hoping that this Friday Postcard, from me to you, will be one which starts your day off with at least one smile. Shall we dive in?

What I’ve learned this week  . . .

I’ve learned that when I leave the house, clamber into my car, put my seatbelt on,  start-up the car and put it into reverse in order to get off my drive ….  I’ve learned that around the point I’ve backed out of my drive and driven just a little way down the road,  it’s usually at this point  that I realise that the reason my eyes are so blurry isn’t because I didn’t get enough sleep, but because I’ve forgotten to put my darn glasses on!  [sigh]   Why do I keep doing this?  Why haven’t I actually learned this lesson yet.  You’d think that at my age (of over 21 plus a lot of tax), it would be as natural to put my glasses on as it is to pick up my car keys.

I’ve learned that the world has more information than a brain can surely hold,   but not enough inspiration.

We live in a computerised/technological world.  Everything is run by computers.  With more and more things being computerised, daily.  I watched TV a couple of days ago and saw how a short black cylinder with a blue light halo around the top can now turn on lights or the kettle or the washing machine or .. well just about anything  while you’re not even in the house!  It can make a shopping list for you by you just talking to it and asking it to add (eg) a loaf of bread to the list.  It sits in the corner, or on the table, or … well just about anywhere it seems, and it’s ALWAYS on.  You never turn it off.  It’s just there.  Listening to you and waiting for you to say it’s name – Alexa.

You can ask it virtually anything, and it will give you an answer within seconds.  How far away is the Sun?  It knows.  Is there a particular store in your city?  It knows.  How to spell a word?  It knows.  Watch the little video below, but beware … you might end up thinking you should have one. lol

Then the presenter on the TV showed me how I could get a tiny circular vacuum cleaner to clean my carpets and floors while I was out at work, by setting a timer on it.  Then, before I came home from work, the carpets would all be super clean.  However, if the machine began to run out of charge, it would return itself to the docking station and would re-charge itself, then set off again, back to where it left off, and continue cleaning the floors for you!

Then they turned to a fridge and showed us how a computerised ‘thing’ on the door, would take note of what was inside the fridge, and if someone opened the door and took out (say) the Melon.  Then this computerised gadget would know that it had been taken and would register this on the door.  It even had another little gadget installed in it which, at the press of a button, you could actually see what was in the fridge instead of opening the door.  Oh.. and it even took note of ‘eat by’ due dates, and would flash this information for you when that due date got near so that you could make sure to include that item in your menu.

See … this is all very clever but …  and here’s the thing …  What the divil is wrong with picking up a pen and making a shopping list?  What’s the problem with YOU vacuuming your carpet?  Is turning the kettle on so hard labour that we need a gadget to do it for us?  Why do we need a ‘Hive’ to control our heating at home, when we can cope perfectly well with getting our bottoms out of our chair and change the setting if we need to?

As for not opening the door of the fridge to see what’s inside …  is  ANYONE REALLY THAT LAZY  that they need this screen on the outside of the fridge door so that they can simply look at the fridge for the information???

Like I said … the world has more information than you can shake a stick at, and if you don’t know something, then a few taps on a keypad connected to the internet will get you the information you need to find out what you need to know.  But stop right there for a moment.  Computers are a recent invention.  Most homes didn’t have a home computer until around mid 1980’s.  So if you were born before around 1985-1990, then the question is … what did you do before then if you wanted to know something?   And what if we wanted to remember to buy a joint of meat and some apples from the shops – what on earth did all us numbskulls do then? We must have done something because we all know quite a bit of stuff and none of it was learned from or via a computer!

We now focus so much on the outside ‘stuff’ that there’s a deficit on the inside ‘stuff’.  Where are the things which are going to help with that?  Where is The Balance?  Where is the Inspiration?  What exactly is Inspirational about these gadgets?

Are we actually going to end up like the dystopia scene, (nearing the end) of the movie Wall-E?

I’ve learned this week  (and this surprised me)  that half the human beings who’ve ever lived are reckoned to have been killed by the mosquito.

3,000 people die of malaria every day (malaria caused by a mosquito bite).  That’s 45 billion human beings in our history.  Mosquitoes carry more than a hundred potentially fatal diseases including malaria, yellow fever, dengue fever, encephalitis, filariasis and elephantiasis. Even today, they kill one person every twelve seconds.  Which leads me to thinking that if the super intelligent guys who are designing and making the gadgets which I’ve just talked about, instead put their minds to solving this mosquito problem, then perhaps that problem solving thing would REALLY be something to celebrate. (instead of seeing inside the fridge with the door closed. huh!)

I’ve learned that Mr. Cobs idea of putting super duper new over-head lights in the ‘Executive Art Annexe’ to replace the old ones  (craft room to you and me) was one of the best ideas he’s ever had (obviously the best was marrying me. lol).  These new lights are BRILLIANT!  It’s like having natural light in there all the time.  So much better for crafting by and I LOVE THEM!

I’ve learned that who ever’s in charge of turning Autumn into Winter is obviously new to the job this year, and that the previous person must have retired,  because –  on November the 1st,  it didn’t just get cooler, it turned into frost on my windscreen and me into a dithering woman who began the day wearing a v-neck long sleeve top, and had to get a scarf out to cover up that v-neck bit because it was icy cold!  Someone needs to have a word with this obviously new employee whose joy of getting the job has gone to his/her head (I feel it’s a chap to be honest – not sure why) – and ‘he’ is enjoying the power he’s now got.   I wonder if he was a Traffic Warden in a previous existence?

And finally …  I learned some new (to me) jokes … and I just  HAVE  TO  share them with you….

Why do the Teletubbies go to the toilet together?  ….  because they’ve only got one tinky winky!

Why is 6 afraid of 7?  . . .   Because 7 8 9

How do you make a band stand?  . . .  Take away their chairs

What’s white and can’t climb trees?  . . .  A fridge!

What do you call an alligator with GPS?  . . .  A navigator.

What do you call an alligator in a vest?  . . .  An investigator.

I’ve just put my friend Richard on speed dial on the phone.  . . .  it’s my Get-Rich-Quick scheme.

Ok I’ll stop.   … you’ve suffered enough.  🙂  lol

Wishing you a truly Fabulous Friday, filled with a balance of innocent fun, smiles, love, care, and friendliness.  May any gremlins which get into your day be shooed off and not hang around long.  Have a wonderful dayBut … remember to stop and make a memory at some point today!

Play safe, be good to each other,  and may your God go with you.

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Things I’ve Learned This Week

Welcome, dear readers, to the Friday Postcard from the land of Cobwebs, where you learn about the lessons life has taught me in the past week.

Without further ado, I’m going to plunge you straight into the shallow pool in which I paddle…..

I’ve learnt that it’s bloomin’ annoying when they suddenly take my hair shampoo off sale and instead bring out a NEW, IMPROVED variety, without any warning.  Had they put out a notification that they were going to do this, I would have gone and bought up as many bottles as possible and kept them in storage, for use whenever I needed it.  I’m now left with yet another seek and find operation to find a shampoo which doesn’t make my hair hang like it’s suffering with a bad bout of depression, or my head itch or burn. Or any number of combinationsWhy do companies do this?  It’s most impolite!

I learnt this week (and this one surprised the heck out of me that (last year) the Hershey Company of the USA had British Chocolate made by Cadbury BANNED in the USA, and because of that two of the biggest importers of Cadbury Chocolate were no longer allowed import and sell the British Chocolate within the USA.

The Hershey Company banned (yes banned) Cadbury Chocolate from the USA!  No I couldn’t believe this either so went in search of the truth.  Turned out … it was true….

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcVpp0fGETM

Now I have a handful of friends who were born and bred in the USA and they all love British Chocolate.    So I hope that they will continue to be able to find what they desire.  However … a certain blogger – Chicken Grandma – will (next week) get her first taste of Walnut Whips which I’ve posted to her.  If she loves them … I want her to be able to seek and find them so that she can keep up her supply.  😉

I’ve learned that  when I’m not feeling too well,  I really, really should stop what I’m doing and just let my body heal itself in its own time, and not push my luck.  Because pushing my luck ends up costing me more days of not being too well.  So give in, give up and go to bed.  That’s the rule I’m going to go by from now on.

I learned the hard way that when I see some crafty item or another, and I fall in lurve with it, I should think carefully about whether I should buy two or three packs at the time …  because that store where you bought your item from, might just put the price up to double the price you paid just two days earlier, once it finds out that crafters really, really like this item and want it on their Christmas cards!  DOUBLE THE PRICE IN JUST A COUPLE OF DAYS!  What a liberty!  Grrrr!  😦

I realised (so I guess I learned this about myself this week) that I no longer take myself as seriously as I did when I was younger.  I’ve found that I’m far more relaxed and more chilled now.  Things don’t bother me like they used to.  Appointments being cancelled … [shrugs] that’s ok.  Just make another one.  The store being out of stock of the item I travelled there just to buy ….  ah nevermind.  Find something else, or wait till they get it back in.  Nothing really gets me angry or mad any more.  I’m just the chilled out person I always knew I could be if I tried.  Thing is … I’m not trying.  It just seemed to happen!

I’ve learned that no matter how serious your own life iseveryone needs a friend to be silly with.  Someone you can just be silly with.  Harmlessly so.  Innocent fun.  Just regular silly stuff.  Someone to have a laugh or a giggle with.

I’ve learned that my 5-year-old Grandson, Little Cobs, is apparently  the Worlds Chief Fingernail  Superintendent, and if he feels that my nails are too long for any Grammy of his, then he’s going to tell me about it over and over until I get my nail scissors out and cut that nail to a length he finds acceptable.  (yes … this really did happen.  I josh you not!).

I’ve learnt that Mr. Cobs and I are going to have to resort to trickery to get Little Cobs out of the house when he comes every Saturday for the day.  His daddy drops him off with us, and the moment that front door closes, we cannot get him to come out with us in the car at all.  He just doesn’t want to leave the house, not for weeks on end now – he’ll take his bike out into the garden and race around that, but that’s as far as it goes.

And … we think we may have figured out why.  He knows that if he goes out in Grammys car, it could be that we’re taking him home.  Soooo he might think that we’ll take him home if we go out, soooo …  we’re going to swap things around.  We’re going to pack a winter picnic in the car, then instead of Daddy dropping him off, we’ll instead go there and collect him from daughter and son-in-law’s home….  then we’ll go take him somewhere for this picnic (if it’s too cold to eat outdoors, then we’ll sit in the car and eat it).  Then afterwards we can do something outside.  Something fun.  Even just kicking a ball around the park with Grandad or even something like a hunt for treasure on the beach (if the sun is out).  Anything, just to get him outside having a bit of fun.

And finally ….

I’ve learned that the obnoxious smell which my dog can emit – particularly and only when her bottom is facing my way – be it in our bedroom, the living room or any other room – including my Craft Room (how very dare she)  …. might turn me green;  make me fall off my chair;  go into debt to buy sprays and expensive scented candles which will disguise the smell enough to stop me vomiting ….  but I’ve learned that I can actually live through them …. even when holding my breath and trying to make a hasty retreat to some other room where she can’t follow me!

Mr. Cobs let her eat what was left in one of our cats food dishes today which has caused her a windy pops problem  … and if he EVER does that again I’m going to either:-

A)  D.I.V.O.R.C.E him.  

B)  Cut his ‘pom poms’ off (yes we really do call them that ever since our youngest daughter asked us, when she was knee-high to an ant,  “Why does Daddy have pom poms and I don’t?”.   They’ve been ‘pom poms ever since.      … or 

C)  Shave all his hair off while he’s blissfully snoring the night away.

Be Warned, Cobs The Bogey Man!  Be Warned!.

Well … that’s a list of all the lessons life has taught me in the last seven days.  Or rather … it’s the ones I can remember.   So what about you?  Have you learned anything this week?  Has life taught you the secrets of how to stay forever young?  Win the lottery?  Be forever as beautiful as you are right now?  What?  C’mon, share what lessons you’ve learned this week.

If they’re tough lessons which require us all to gather around you and hug you … then we will.

If they’re lessons which require us to laugh  … then we’ll do that easily.

But if they’re lessons that we can learn from, then we’ll willingly all sit in silence as you tell us what we need to know so that we don’t make that same mistake.

If you’ve learnt nothing at all this week … then for goodness sake tell us your favourite joke!  We all need to laugh far more than we do.  So come on…  share your best joke with us!

Sending oodles of squidges from my corner to yours. ~

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