While we're on the subject of making things legal or illegal, a friend just sent me an email which list the statistics behind those 635 MP's that we err...trust?...to legislate:
Should this lot really have anything to do with making laws?
Well Guys, I'm back... Back to good old Blighty and I have to say it's good to be back, ahem... ;op
After spending the past few months in Sydney doing my MCSE and then the past four living in Koh Samui, Thailand being a beach bum - it sure is back to reality being here.
Unfortunately I had to return as my Grandfather developed cancer. I was lucky to spend a couple of weeks with him before he passed away. He was a great guy, he lived a long happy life and died very peacefully.
I was there when he died. I had never witnessed someone dying before and it was a very surreal experience. I had been out for the day and returned to my Grandparents home, as I pulled up on the drive a nurse came out to see me and told me to prepare myself for what I was about to see. My Grandfather only had a couple of hours left.
As I entered the room he was lying in his bed with his oxygen mask on gasping for breath and moaning in pain. It was the most awful scene I had ever witnessed, the gurgling sound he was making was terrible and the moans were even worse. The nurses told us Morphine was on its way and I silently cursed them for not having it on hand sooner. Luckily it turned up quickly and my Grandfather was no longer in pain.
He laid there gasping for breath with my Grandmother holding his hand. My mother was there also and I held her hand, trying to hold back the tears and control my emotions with all this going on. It was very hard for me. After a short while my Grandfather drew his last breath and stopped breathing. As he did a strange silence came over the room and at last he was at peace. It has been raining all day and at that moment it stopped and the sun came out and lit up his beautiful garden. It was quite beautiful in a strange way, my Grandfather looked so peaceful lying there.
Buddhists say that at the moment of death you reach true enlightenment. All your Worldly worries fall away from you and you are completely at peace. I saw this happen to my Grandfather and it was an amazing experience, something I will never forget. I saw how life slips away from us and what you become. Life is definitely a blessing, but it is not forever. We should all learn from this, too many of us put off things for tomorrow, things we should do today...
And that is, the tale of err... my Grandfather's death. So let's move on to a lighter note... I'm back in Blighty, the land of whingers, so it's time for a whinge…
I'm still here because some social deviants trashed my house... the b*stards!
I'd been renting my house out through an agency (I won't name) whilst I was away. The first tenants were great, an old couple who paid 6 months rent up front and made no problems. On my return my mother told me that the current tenants hadn't paid the rent for 3 months and the agency weren't doing anything about it. She didn't want to worry me about it whilst I was away, bless her…
I immediately visited the house to find a couple of local mutants living there. A young couple who didn't look like they were in the best of health. To tell you the truth these two looked like they enjoyed a bit of the old heroin and weren't to worried about their appearance, they're living conditions or my house. You can guess the rest... I was horrified. The house had been decorated before I left and was immaculate. I had stated to the agents no smokers, no pets, no DSS and definitely no 'Burra' (as it's pronounced round here) smack-heads. Great.
It took 2 weeks to get them out, a couple of letters and then a stern warning. I went round the house to find they'd stolen my white goods! They took the cooker, washing machine and fridge. They left the house in terrible state, it stunk of smoke, dogs and several other smells I couldn't really distinguish. The gardens were ruined, the walls yellow, their cr*p everywhere. A valuable lesson in renting property had been learnt.
So that's what I've been doing for the past 6 weeks, I have stripped the house entirely and have completely redecorated it. I'm sat here typing this as I'm sat in the Garden with my laptop whilst the carpet fitters put brand new carpets in through out and then it's done!.... I have to say I'm rather happy with my work and it's been a great learning experience.
I will never decorate another house in my life and I will never step foot in B&Q again!
The house will be put on the market within the next week and once it's sold I'll be off back to
So that is my story. Sorry if I've bored you all but I needed to kill a few hours and thought it would be rude not to make a contribution to Dave's Blog.
I will be happy to come on here and whinge some more about living in Blighty whilst I'm here, after all isn't that what being British is all about?... No wonder we're called whinging Pomme's over in Oz.
I guess after spending a long time in
And on that note I’m off to roll around on my lovely new carpets….. : )
Somebody just send me an email (Cinders for those of you that know him) and mentioned he'd had a look at this site and commented "don't you winge a lot?" and then proceeded to ask if he could have a spot here!
Anyway, I had a brief recap of posts and he's right, the majority of them are whinges, so just to try to redress the balance here are a few current things that make me happy:
- The Deli On The Green - yummy pate's and cheeses
- Socialising with friends old and new - the party last month was excellent (at least it was for me)
- My new DVD player -finally my photo DVD's paly without skipping.
- Shelley talking at a very loud volume coz she's playing with the new toy (mp3 player) at the same time
OK there's always the thought of how lucky I am to live where I do, in the style I do, and with the freedoms I enjoy, but this post is about little specifics that lift life. So please add in the comments things that currently make you smile and add to you happiness.
PS Carry on posting whinges though as that's part and parcel of what pub talk is all about!
I heard on the news yesterday that the NHS are going to stop giving IVF treatment to obese people but still give to existing parents and smoking parent wannabes. I understand that given there aren't infinite funds then some hard choices have to be made but it's a bit worrying the trend towards the anti fat mentality that this society seems to be heading.
This idea that fat people have done it to themselves because of their lifestyle and so shouldn't expect the same NHS care as thin people is perverse. By following the same logic people who:
...you see where I'm going here? We all make lifestyle choices and almost all of them have an effect somewhere on our likely hood of having some medical problem. And to be honest overeating is probably one of the hardest lifestyle issues to avoid. It's a lot easier to say no to heroin in the first place as you a) know it's bad for you and b) you don't need to have any to survive. With food, you've got to eat to live, so finding a balance between what you need and what you want can be a tricky business.
Anyway, the point is, I find it disturbing in a society where we on one hand are desperately trying to break a view of traditional beauty that pushes people into anorexia, and at the same time waiting in the wings to punish you for taking a step too far in the other direction. You've got to be just right; not too thin and not too fat. Where does this end up? Once we start discriminating our rights based on physical characteristics then we might as well go the whole hog and say you need to be a blond blue eyed Aryan to get the vote.