My thoughts are with you & Mrs MC & MIL this morning.Another day of uncertainty for Mrs MC and I at the hospital with MIL
No, it does not make sense. It just sounds very sad.Observation from another thread on this site ...
We are not allowed to post 4-letter terms for roosters, 5-letter names of women such as Miss Brice and Miss Hill, and yet we are allowed to post the word hell.
Does that make sense to you? It doesn't to me.
mmm think I need to try it I love orange chocolateHave just had 9g - it really is lush. The orange oil definitely gives it a real orangy flavour.
This post had my emotions all over the place. How lovely you were to Big Ernie. I bet he really loved the chats. And the sorry turn of events that had led him to that bench made me sad. Many veterans on our streets still. Sad to hear that you yourself found yourself homeless and at such a young age. Having to break into a house to get some shelter. How lucky you hitchhiked with someone who cared about your wellbeing. It could have been a whole different story! Then the hostel which must have had it's own challenges. You have seen some very tough times and from such a young age. You left home no doubt not because you wanted to but because you felt you needed to. And through all this you have kept the most wonderful sense of humour. Thank you for sharing.I gave a hug for your post, not just for you, but because everyone needs kindness and understanding. In my experience, reasons for homelessness are varied.
As a 13 year old I befriended a tramp (as you called them in those days) and I would sit on the park bench with him on the way home from school and talked with him. His name was Big Ernie. I found out from the park keeper that he'd had a wife and family and money, but his world war 2 experiences in the army had led him to be this way.
When I left home I found myself homeless. I did try sleeping on park benches but the police moved me on. I ended up breaking into someone's house so I could sleep the night. Maybe not my best idea, but there appeared to be no one there. Early next morning I left and hitchhiked for the M1. From there I hitched a lift all the way to London. I still remember that ride. It was an apple green Citroen 2CV. I remember the guy too. He wouldn't let me put on the seat belt, because there had been a tragic car accident where his wife had burnt to death in the car because she couldn't get the seat belt off. He insisted on me staying at his place until I found my feet. He was okay and kind, but I disappeared on him a few days later. I kept moving and hitch hiking. I've been manhandled out of shops. I was only 17 at the time, and returning home wasn't an option at that moment. Then some time later I ended up in a very regimented hostel for women, we slept in a dorm. Got bits and pieces of jobs. And moved on with life from there.
I have always talked with homeless people.
Very funny. Giggled all the way through.Rain, rain, rain, rain, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow - and that’s just myself!
The wonder wheel of a pre-christmas trial run of one measly mince pie - not even home made, came in at 6.7 this am . 6.7? The pie that stole christmas - featuring in a pancreas near you.
Trying to catch up; tramps, chocolate, windswept sheds, angels, hell, hospital waiting rooms, chilly rooms, hot water bottles and fat dogs - it’s like a a scene from that famous series “Monsoon Poultry Hospital” which takes place, in this episode, in the crypt of Whitby Abbey with every third word spoken and in sub titles missing because the writers for this episode have taken it upon them to ban all but the most boring words in their lexicon of fascination and old style expletives. “Pass me that ***** hot water bottle and mind you don’t fall on that ***** *** because *** ****** and you will go to Hull (other fantasy locations available).”
Have a wonderful day if you can, please be kind to the sensors of all kinds.
I love orange chocolate also - the taste of the orange oil is really lovely.mmm think I need to try it I love orange chocolate
I am finding even 85% is too sweet for me now, 90% is OK but I have noticed a remarkable difference in the Carbs per 100gram across different makes, at the moment the lowest I can find locally is Lindt at 14g of carbs per 100g.
Glad you have gas again but your log stove looks very cosy. Now our chimney is swept we can light ours again but have hardly had time with the hospital dash each day.
Good morning/evening folks, 5.7 on the dice, lovely pic of Dennis @DJC3 did you call him that because of those fantastic eyebrows or because he's a menace.
Good gracious @dunelm that triggered some memories of an old folk song we used to perform in the 60sand you will go to Hull (other fantasy locations available).”
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