I am happy to say that I did precisely that – worked hard (hating every minute of it), jacked it in, moved to France and teach/coach swimming. A little like what Sgt said – I reckon a lot of sportspeeps always ‘wish’ – so, what I couldn’t have, through illness, I have gained from teaching/coaching – and, I do wake up with a smile on my face :D
That has brought a little ray of sunshine to my life. Good on you.
Surely I have to be the lady cornetto seller who is secretly a spy – who is incredibly attractive when the macho-man spots her and whisks off her glasses and unleashes her hair – well, to cover my boobies of course! :lol:
dont you think you’d stand out just a bit wearing those boots? :-k
Those boots will have to go and be replaced with sensible walking shoes:
how stylish
Not catching me wearing those ugly things – sorry, my boots stay, but I will wear an apron to hide them – promise! Anycase, tis only cos you wanna nick-em!! :lol: Anycase after macho man whisks everything else orf – he gotta have a reasonable surprise ain’t he?! :D
Those shoes are standard issue for cornetto sellers.
Health and safety and all that.
I’ll have you know that I am no ordinary cornetto seller thank you very much!! A am ‘the’ primadonna of selling cornetto’s – honestly!! :lol:
Dilemma…someone that I would class as more than an acquaintance but not quite a friend (yet) has a 40th birthday tomorrow. She brought her 8 year old daughter into the shop yesterday and left her for a little while as she wanted to buy her mum a birthday present. When the shopping was done but mum hadn’t returned yet, we were chatting and the daughter told me of the surprise barbecue that they were arranging for Saturday and asked me if I was coming, then looked a bit concerned and said “I’ll have to check with my dad, I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to be inviting you or not.” I said not to worry, I wouldn’t be able to make it anyway as I’d be at the shop.
This morning her husband has contacted me via facebook to say that their daughter has asked him to let me know that if I’d like to pop by after the shop has shut I would be more than welcome and how he’s looking forward to finally meeting me.
I suspect that I wasn’t on the original invite list but that they now feel obliged to invite me. Do I accept graciously or do I make my excuses?
Gee kids are disarmingly honest. Say you’re busy, but can pop in for a while, take a small gift, and leave early.
Socially polite without being over the top.
Nobody feels rejected and nobody has to feel imposed on – you or them.
For the avoidance of doubt I believe in informed consent totally. I also believe in the Kate’s right to walk down Wandsworth High Street wearing nothing more than a bit of perfume if she so desires.
I am a real liberal – if Harry wants to play hide the funny shape with ten girls dressed as Nazis and a large Swedish bisexual man – and have it all filmed by an 85 year old grandmother with a penchant for watersports – then I am all for it. As long as everyone is having fun and consents.
The bit I am bothered about is that normal members of the public, with what are regarded as sensitive jobs, cannot do the above. You know – the “I’m not having a pervert like that looking after my children” stuff.
God clean fun – yes, but a bit embarrassing when you are the Queen or in Prince who is still line line for the throne.
The people taking the pictures are scum, but the Royals need to grow up. Other people have the same problems, but are less well paid, can be sacked and live less glamorous lives.
Any more of this and they are going to start looking like spoiled, privileged children……..
Hey I just believe that we should all be a bit nicer to each other.
Don’t mind what religion you are. All the major religions kinda tell you to be good and honorable to your fellow humans, not to fight and kill unless absolutely necessary, and to love your neighbours.
Gotta be good, eh?
Imagine loving instead of hating. Imagine care instead of rejection. Imagine trade instead of war.
Simple.
That of course is the simple view.
In truth I subscribe to the four books of the gospel, i.e. none of that Revelation, hell and damnation stuff made up later. And none of the “eye for an eye” justice stuff – that was what Christianity was supposed to be about getting away from. Gentleness not violence.
No revenge. No hate. No pretension and hypocrisy. No being all “godly” and looking down your nose at anyone. If you cannot love your neighbour who you can see, how can you love God who you cannot see? That goes for the people who are different to you as well.
There are violent and hateful versions of all religions and people who use them as an excuse to kill. All these people are wrong from the Christian Crusades to the modern American ones, from the Islamist terrorists of current times to Yugoslavian ethnic cleansing, from Hindu/Muslim atrocities at Indian independence to Japanese attempts to dominate the Pacific in the 1930s and 1940s. All these religions have peaceful and joyful applications which reject mindless violence.
So does it really matter which religion you espouse, even if it is no religion, as long as you can respect others in life and honour their memory in death?
Finally, is there an afterlife?
Well what difference does it make? You best do your best in this life cos there’s nothing either way if you don’t. You can honour the memory of your passed friends and family whether or not they can actually see you. My father is still in my heart, and whether he is also on a cloud as well, he is still with me.
It’s alright. It’s all good.
There’s no day like today.
Corny I know, but the older I get the more I believe it.