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They think it’s all over ….

…IT IS NOW!!

After, apparently, the worst World Cup performance since 1958, there will obviously be, as there always are, questions to be asked and lessons to be learned.  However, these would be my questions:

  1. Why does the blame of such a shambolic display always lie at the feet of the manager?
  2. Would my local pub team play better? (Answer, probably yes)
  3. Is the reason the English team fare so badly is that the players have failed to recognise the first and fundamental rule of teamwork …. that it doesn’t contain I!
  4. And obviously, the biggest question I would be asking if I was a Premiership Manager, judging by their performance are they actually worth their £100k + weekly salary?

I mean, seriously, in the real world, if you were paid an outrageous amount of money and spectacularly failed to provide a decent service, or conduct yourself properly in your employment you would be frogmarched out of the building before you could even say “Flaming Ferrari!”  So how come, the England players still have their job, are still paid their salary and the manager always gets the boot.

I get that the manager is in charge of strategy, line-up, etc, but all he can do is put forward what he considers the best strategy against whatever side the team will be facing, at the end of the day if the players can’t actually, as it would appear, pass the ball to each other, then surely they should be penalised as well?

I mean would they actually play any better if their international appearances were paid on a performance basis, i.e., if they didn’t win they didn’t get paid, or do they just need a good old fashioned team-building day to get them working as a team, so they know how each other thinks?

I would just like to reiterate that these are my own general observations. I am not a huge football fan. I do have certain teams that I support, but I don’t get upset if they lose – it’s just a game!  Besides Wimbledon starts on Monday 😉

 

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Macaroni & the Highway Code

Why is macaroni the only pasta that sticks to the bottom of the pan?

I can cook all manner of pastas without a problem, but macaroni…every time I cook it – irrespective of whether I stand over it and constantly stir it for the entirety of the cooking time, or just stir occasionally as per the instructions – it sticks to the bottom of the saucepan.

I just don’t get it!

Also, why do car drivers forget their Highway Code when it comes to parked cars along the road.

I was of the opinion that if you are driving along the road in one direction and there are cars parked on the opposite side of the road to you, then you have right of way over on-coming traffic.

Not so, where I live.

You get rude gestures, shouted at, barged out of the way and all manner of niceties if you try and obey the correct procedure.

I ended up feeling rather insecure about my opinion that I sought confirmation from a friendly policeman and was advised that I was correct after all.

So maybe it’s just the age we live in where people are in so much of a hurry, or are just plain rude, that they ignore all the rules of the road…

… or maybe it’s just where I live!

 

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Out of the Mouthes of Babes – Gods

“Mummy?” said SC as we were driving home this afternoon, “who made the Gods?”gods

“I mean,” he continued, “the Gods made the people, but how did the Gods begin?”

“Ummm!” I answered, “to be honest, I have absolutely no idea sweetheart!”

 

And I don’t.

It is one of those questions that really doesn’t have a definitive theoretical answer behind it.

Any tips on how to answer this question would be gratefully received.

 

(And, no it isn’t a typing error, he really did say Gods in the plural)

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Jam Making…

…so we have an absolute glut of gooseberries, and still have at least half a bush still to pick.gooseberries

Redcurrants aren’t ripe yet, but we will have a goodly stash of those, and a few hundred blackcurrants.

So my mum has decided to make jam!

Actually gooseberry seems to be quite easy – equal amounts of fruit and sugar, bit of boiling and Bob’s your uncle, so to speak.

But, I have one question that has got me stumped!

Gooseberries are green.

Why then, is gooseberry jam red?

Anyone know?

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A Few Random Questions…

I bought SC a t-shirt the other day with the words “Happy as Larry” on it.

Questions:

  1. Who’s Larry?
  2. Why is so darned happy?
  3. And can I have some of please? 😉

Pasta is a winner in this house. Believe me SC would sell his soul for pasta with cheese – that’s it, no sauce just plain pasta and handfuls of grated cheese on it. I have got him eating macaroni, so it’s a step forward and he did ask to try pesto the other day, which he tried but didn’t think much of.

Anyway, I digress.

Question?

  1. Why is macaroni pasta the only pasta to stick to the bottom of my saucepan? Literally – and I don’t run out of water!!

Why does the weather seem to impede people’s ability to drive? Seriously, snow, rain or hot sunshine generally brings out the worst. I was on the school run this afternoon (and believe me we have to get there at least an hour before pick up or park miles away – and before you ask no I don’t live within a reasonable walking distance – we live 3 miles from school, we’d have to leave at 6 each morning to get there!) and a car had parked in a bay for 3 cars, literally taking up 2 car spaces, there was a van already there in the third space. And no, it wasn’t a woman! There was no room to park between car and van, and parking behind meant overhanging, across someone’s drive. So I parked as close to the back of the car as I could, kept my engine running, put on my sexiest walk (think Ugly Betty on a good day) and sweetly asked if he would mind awfully moving up a smidge so I could park. He begrudgingly moved whilst muttering “I was sitting in the shade!” The response in my head went something like this “Mister, the sun is shining. If you want shade there’s a wooded area across the road, I suggest you get out of your car, stretch your legs and take a walk over there to sit in the ample shade and enjoy this glorious weather whilst it lasts (it is a rare occurrence these days) rather than taking up 2 car spaces like a complete kn&b!” My actual spoken words were “Oh, thank you, that’s most awfully kind of you. I do appreciate it!” and off I sashayed back to the car 😉

 

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Out of the Mouthes of Babes – Easter

“Why is it called Good Friday?”, asked SC this morning whilst he was eating his breakfast.easter

“I don’t know darling,” I answered, “It doesn’t seem a Good Friday really, seeing as it’s the day Jesus was killed!”

“But, mummy,” he replied, “Jesus was happy to die, because he died for us.”

“Yes, but why did he die for us?” I asked.

A moment’s silence.

“I don’t know mummy.”

“I’ve got a good idea,” said I, “why don’t you ask your school teacher why it’s called Good Friday, and whilst you’re at it, ask her why it’s called Easter!”

Time passes, and SC is sitting in the bath.

“I know why it’s called Good Friday mummy,” he says, “it’s because that’s what they decided to call it!”

“I see, and is that what your teacher told you?”

“Yes, mummy.”

So, a not really helpful answer from the faith school (I could have come up with that one myself), and my question still remains unanswered.

Why is it called Good Friday and why is this period called Easter?

And whilst we’re at it, why do we say Happy Easter?

Answers gratefully received.

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Glossing over Information

You know when you’re chatting to someone and they say something, that is incredibly significant, or important to them, and you register it, but then there’s a sense of awkwardness – should you pick up on it and ask questions? After all, they may not want to talk about it, or it may not appropriate for you to ask questions.

Then a few hours later, you wish you had, because you don’t want them to think that the information had not been received and you don’t care.

That!

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What are you searching for?

We’re all searching for something – success, wealth, love, fame, happiness, etc.

Some people spend their whole lives searching, but never find what it is they think they truly desire.

But do we all search for the same things?

Or, indeed can we change what we are searching for at different points in our lives?

Or is everything we search for just leading us to the same conclusion.

If we search for success, what is it we want from success?

Is it wealth, recognition, or something else?

If we search for knowledge, what is it we hope to gain by finding knowledge?

Is it success? If so, then this brings us to the same point above.

Is it that ultimately we are searching for happiness – in whatever form we, as individuals, see that happiness.

For some happiness comes in the form of huge bundles of dollar bills. For others it is knowing that other people recognise their talents. And some find happiness in learning.

For all of us, I believe, we search for love, because deep down, we believe that love will make us happy.

But do we need to go searching for happiness? Surely true happiness comes from being at one with ourselves? Comfortable in our own skins, so to speak.

If we are happy in our own minds, then we do not need to go out seeking happiness. What we find when we search for success, love, knowledge, etc, is surely just an extra cherry on top of our already happy, contented lives?

So what are you searching for?

 

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Why? (more random thoughts)

Why do we all feel the need to try to be something we’re not?
Especially in the looks department. Why are the only people deemed to be beautiful those that grace the covers of magazines and that quite frankly look like they need a decent meal inside them. Ladies just because you aren’t a size zero does not mean you’re ugly, and men don’t fret about not looking like the latest James Bond or Doctor Who. It’s what’s inside that counts. True beauty comes from within, a beautiful soul can make the plainest Jane a supermodel. We’re all different and we’re all built differently – embrace it!

Why can’t magazines and catalogues show the clothes being worn be real people?
OK, so I know only beautiful people can sell clothes, but honestly it would be much more realistic to show what us ordinary Joe’s on the street would look like wearing this seasons must-have. Skinny jeans are not a good look on 99% of the population!

Why can’t clothes manufacturers/designers do the world a favour and STOP making tops with hoods on?
It’s not that difficult to omit the hood from the pattern. Cheaper, less material being used. And how much safer would everyone feel walking the streets not having to avoid youngsters wearing hoods – after all they could be harmless! Even with baby clothes all the cardigans and jumpers seem to have hoods on…Why? If it’s cold wear a hat!

Why can’t people at petrol stations realise that the hoses stretch?
So instead of causing a major league traffic jam/blockage on the forecourt by insisting on queuing at the first pump by the entrance on the side where your petrol cap is, pick ANY pump (OK I’ll accept the argument about different types of petrol, I’ve been caught out and paid for super-duper 5-star graded diesel!). Most hoses are designed these days so they extend and can be manoeuvred over, or round, your car to get to the petrol cap.

Why do people drive with their fog lights on when it’s not foggy?
Surely they have to press a special button for their fog lights, I know I do. Also most cars have a light on the dashboard to indicate fog lights are on. Please, please, please don’t. It’s a nightmare for the person behind. When it’s not foggy and you’re following someone with their fog lights on it makes driving very difficult – dazzling one could say!

Why can’t adults involved in social activities behave like adults?
There at it everywhere. Any social activity you can think of and they throw their teddies out of the pram at the drop of the hat. Behaving worse than toddlers. Would these people behave like that at their place of work, or would they be happy if their children exhibited this behaviour? I don’t think so. Grow up and don’t spoil it for everyone else! It’s a hobby – which means you do it for fun!

Why does Britain grind to a standstill in bad weather?
OK, so we don’t normally have several feet of the white stuff in the UK. However, most years we experience some amount of snowfall, but even half an inch seems to send the country into some sort of frenzy and nothing moves.

Talking of weather, why is it a British pastime to constantly moan about the weather?
If it’s hot, it’s too hot. If it rains, it’s too wet. I say enjoy the hot weather (we don’t get it that often), get used to the rain and invest in a good pair of wellies, only use your fog lights in dense fog, and if it’s cold buy a warm coat and a pair of thermal gloves!

Why can’t politicians give a straight answer to a straight question?
No matter what party, red, yellow, blue, green or purple with bright pink spots they never give a straight answer. Wouldn’t it be refreshing to hear a politician tell the truth?

Why do traffic wardens act the way they do?
Is it the uniform? Is it a power-kick? Or is it really to do with getting revenue? Now there are some parking violations that are agreeably definitely worth ticketing, but being 2 minutes over your allotted hour is not. Please kind traffic wardens there is such a thing as discretion. My worst experience was when I was out with my mum, who is disabled, and we pulled onto a double yellow (most places will let blue badges park there, I believe), behind a disabled bay as the person in the said bay looked as though they were going to be moving off. I didn’t turn off my engine, or switch off my indicator. Only to find a zealous traffic warden proceeding to take a photo of my car in order to give a ticket. He didn’t even want to listen when I explained – he did ask the car in front if he was going and when I was told he wasn’t I moved off. But I ask you!!!!  However, just in case you didn’t know if you park in a 1 hour spot you actually have an hour from when the traffic warden notices your car – and I got that straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak!

Why do people without disabilities think that it’s OK to park in a disabled bay?
I really hate when people do this. Whether you’re stopping for 2 minutes or 2 hours it is never OK to park in a disabled bay if you are not actually entitled too – that includes wrongfully using your spouses/parents card if they are not with you. It’s just sheer laziness. If you want the space have the disability.

Why does the fact that I don’t drink alcohol seem to be difficult for people to understand and accept? It’s quite simple actually – I don’t like it. Enough said, I think.

Why do I worry about so many things?

Why should I give a monkeys about what other people think?

 

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If I could turn back time …

I wouldn’t change a thing. We make our own mistakes to learn from them. There would be no point trying to rewrite history because it won’t stop what, ultimately, will happen.

But wouldn’t it be great to go back in time to get some questions answered?

My dad is very much into his family history. But, wow, how many skeletons inevitably fall out of cupboards. The trouble is with these skeletons, no one is around any more to answer questions, or if they are, either don’t want to talk or feed you a pack of lies.

So, if I had a time machine I would go back to 1935, 1884 and biblical times.

I’d go back to 1935 to find out exactly what happened to my beloved Nan. She had a child out-of-wedlock, a fact which remained hidden until nearly 20 years after her death (someone else tracing their family history). We know my Nan didn’t marry the father, but they were obviously together at the time of the birth because they both registered the birth together and were living at the same house. So what happened? She didn’t marry this guy, he seemed to disappear off the face of the earth. Was he killed? Did he jilt her? The child was fostered or adopted, we aren’t sure. What we have found out about the child from his relatives appear to the a string of elaborate red herrings, every corner my father turns is a blind alley. As for the father, the trail ends at the birth certificate. We have a name, nothing else! Very frustrating.

A similar occurrence happened to my great-great grandmother. She had a child out-of-wedlock. Her father was well-to-do, she had the child in a town and the address she used didn’t exist. The child was brought up by another couple – why, my father doesn’t know. He is surmising that the husband was the father of the child, but that’s just a common-sense stab-stab-in-the-dark guess. Why else would strangers bring up a child, there are no adoption papers. Were they paid? Who knows. As for my great-great grandmother, well rumour has it she went to the States. But can my dad find any trace of her. No. Not even her passage there. Time travel would be such a useful thing to answer these questions for him. I cannot think of another way to find out the information he so sorely would like to find out.

Finally, a bit silly this one, but I’d like to go back to biblical times. Now, I am big Da Vinci Code fan, loved the book and loved the film, but I was in church last week, it happened to be the Feast of Mary Magdalene, and the vicar in the opening of the sermon poo-pooed the Da Vinci link between Mary Magdalene and Jesus as complete poppycock, twaddle and nonsense. But how does he know? That is where the big debate lies and has been going on for centuries. So wouldn’t it be great to go back and find out the truth once and for all?

If you had a time machine what would you do?

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