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Let's deal with the mundane things first, namely the weather. I don't know about anyone else but we are awash in water up here. We have seen the sun twice in a couple of months and then both times it has pelted down at night before anything has had a chance to dry out properly. The soil is far too wet to work and so the garden is looking rather a mess at the moment as dead stems of plants are very soggy, too wet to cut and I have tried ripping them out but have only suceeded in pulling up the plant they are attatched to, so that idea has been relegated to the pile called 'not one of my better ideas'. I have three piles of ideas named 'Brilliant', 'Works when it wants to' and 'not one of my better ones', needless to say that is the biggest pile by far, the outright winner without a doubt in the catergory of gardening ideas. Oh well, I will just have to wait until things start to dry out I suppose.
Now onto recycling. The Government of this country have seen fit to introduce a scheme that will eventually force us all to recycle. Now don't get me wrong, I am all for saving the planet, I always have been but I am honestly beginning to wonder how many deranged, escaped mental patients are masquerading as politicians in the Government. Quite a few I should imagine judging by this cock-eyed scheme. I don't know what it is like in the rest of the country but let me explain what is going on in Wakefield and what is GOING to go on.
The Government have released statistics that if all the Coke a Cola bottles in Britain were eliminated from the rubbish then there would be 4,000,000 less dustbins to empty every year, I'm impressed, truly I am, that they pay someone to stand there and count the coke bottles that we all throw away every year, and there is a bit of vital eveidence missing from those statistics, they don't say whether the figures are based on whether the coke bottles counted are crushed or uncrushed, no wonder we are becoming known as a nation of coke heads. But I digress. In Wakefield we have a black bin for normal household rubbish, a Brown bin for Garden Waste, A Brown bin for paper and cardboard and a Green BOX for plastic (including the aforementioned coke bottles) and glass. Now you might be thinking what's so wrong with that|?? Well given the fact that Wakefield sits right on top of one of the biggest Coke a Cola plants in the country, there's a lot wrong with it. You see, it is a rare occurence being charged full price for Coke up here, the 2 litre and 3 litre bottles are always on offer eg: 3 for the price of 2, 2 for £2.00p or buy one get one free, so as you can imagine, rather a lot of the stuff is drunk in Wakefield, maybe the Government were thinking of Wakefield when they released those figures, probably as I will show.
Up here there is a lot of unemployment, Coke a Cola is a big employer in the region and the Local Council is always exhorting us to support local businesses to keep folk in work, we are all happy to do that by drinking cheap coke. Now we have to recycle all those bottles and fit them into a SMALL green box that is emptied once a fortnight and in it we also have to fit all the plastic milk bottles from the supermarket, glass jars, shampoo and shower gel bottles ( we are never on stand pipes up here either so everyone takes lots of bath and showers) and anything else that falls into the catergory of plastic or glass, you begin to see the glimmering of the problem we are faced with up here don't you?? There are 5 of us in this house, I have requested a bin for the plastic and glass, I was told I couldn't have one as the Government would be introducing a sheme shortly where if we recycle too much the offending household will be fined £100.00. Excuse me?? You want us to support local industry, which we do, you want us to recycle which we are doing, and now you are going to fine us for recycling too much ???????? Christ and they call ME crazy !!!!!!!!
FOR ALL THE PRINCESSES ......... & frogs
Once upon a Time
in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self - assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said : " Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so. " That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sauteed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself : I don't think so 2008
Miracles do Happen At Last, at long, long last, the miracle that the Doctor's promised me has happened, I feel 'NORMAL'. Mind you, it's that long since I felt normal that I cannot remember what it feels like, but they assure me that that is what I am feeling and it feels good, VERY VERY Good It is only now that I realise hoe ill I have been and what a monumental battle it has been over the past 3 years to get where I am today. I could not have done it without the people who have dedicated their lives to helping people like me whose lives have been totally destroyed by illness. Dr Akandi, who recognised what was wrong with me, Dr Hill who refused to allow me to carry on working and killing myself by inches, Dr Cruickshank who has stuck with me until my medication was correct and still keeps an eye on me. Liz Finnegan, my psychy nurse who has seen me through all the bad stages, all the awful side effects of the drugs and has mopped up countless tears. Jackie who broke the back of the acrophobia, who has got me going out short distances by myself and who taught me how to use the cash machine at the bank so I could withdraw my own money. Ria, my Counselor, who has worked tirelessly to restore my confidence in myself when I was frightened of my own shadow and last, but not in the slightest least, Lyons, who talks more common sense than anyone I have ever known. To these people I LITERALLY owe my life. From the bottom of my heart, Thank you, you took a broken wreck of a person and rebuilt her from the ground upwards.
^The Changing Face of Domestic Violence
As I do not Have Any Hard Concrete Evidence
Of the Validation of the Accusations
Winging Their Way around the Internet
Against Daniel666 Angel
I Owe You an Apology
However I refuse to Remove
The Domestic Violence Tag
As that is Something I Strongly Believe In
It is a Crime and SHOULD be Stopped
Lesley
^When Will Man Learn
This Planet is Not Ours to Destroy A polar bear rests on the frozen tundra with her cubs waiting for the Hudson Bay to freeze in November 2007. Polar bears in Canada's Hudson Bay area are battling for survival, as climate change reduces the time they can hunt for food. The United States and European Union stepped back from confrontation as global talks on climate change headed into extra time amid hopes they could still thrash out a compromise.
They say Man is Intelligent I think Not For No Animal on this Earth Fouls it's Nest And Destroys it's Habitat as We do And it is Always the Innocent That Pay the Price Recent Happenings Updated Well and here we go again, it never rains but it pours in this house just lately. Mr Gilroy's friends have upped their spamming activities so I decided to ring the police. I was passed to a department that deals with online fraud, the first question the policewoman asked was 'are you sure you are being spammed?' The intelligence of the question was mind boggling. So I set to and started explaining and I was then asked was I sure that the email addresses given were not valid ones? To which I replied , perfectly sure as they were all incorrectly spelt, that Hotmail co.uk was spelt H-O-T-M-A-I-L-.C-O-.U-K and not H-O-T-M-A-L-L-.C-O-.U-J upon which she did agree I was being spammed and the upshot was the police can't do anything about it. One wonders why crime rates are going up in this country.
My children's father died on the 24th and wasn't discovered until 48 hours later by my youngest son, despite our differences my ex and I had remained very good friends over the years and he only lived 2 mins up the road from me. Has he left a will? Of course not and that was after promising me all these years that evrything would be taken care of when he died, yeah, right, the solictors bill is now topping 5 grand. Not only that my children, particuarly the 2 youngest ones seem to have inherited his irreverant sense of humour, namely he is decomposing so fast that he has had to be kept refridgerated in the morgue to try and slow it down and the lady at the funeral directors has warned us that he is green. That has sparked a big debate amongst my kids as to 'how green is green and I wonder what colour green she meant, forest green, spring green, lime green?? ect ect' So now they have decided that they want me to go and view him in the Chapel of Rest tomorrow so I can give my opinion on the shade, err, I DON'T thinks so, the mere thought of it makes me want to vomit and faint at the same time if such an action is possible, especially as they have informed me that they have chosen a beige suit for him to be buried in and it was a unanimous descision !!! Beige and a grey green, what a combination !! Good job he's dead because he was quite the fashionata in his own way so I don't think he would approve and he was also quite bigoted as well and if he knew his undertaker was gay, well words fail me, they really do !!! Add that lot to the fact that the kids have chosen the wrong size coffin (it's too small) and the funeral parlour are now sorting that out and you have all the makings of an interesting day on Wednesday to say the least. |
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