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Friday, June 30, 2006PICK A STORYMy fangs have been fixed, my gums are toughening up & I can eat REAL food again, albeit slowly! So, now that I'm in a better mood, I got to thinking about writing another entry for my blog. I'm undecided as to what to write about, so I'll leave it up to you to decide (ha ha!) Pick a story from any of the following & I'll write about it. 1) Noel & The Cookies 2) Nippity-do-dah 3) Scones in Tamsuu 4) Bushy the Sangoma 5) Cuzz in Kisumu 'en All 6) Club Makakola 7) The Mentality of Mua 8) Forest Gump in Mali 9) Forest Gump in Ghana 10) Bonwell The Chef 11) The PM's Wives 12) Kubu Lodge 13) The Orange Saga
All stories will be factual, but naturally I'll have to use nicknames, for fear of getting sued! The rest (as they say) is up to you.......................  
Saturday, June 24, 2006HAVING A STRESS ONI'm having a right stress on today. My battery has been well & truly pissed on. I've cursed, spat my dummy & said some nasty four letter words, mainly beginning with F. Why you may ask..................................? I'll tell y'all why...........after a very bloody painful 26 days - just twenty six sodding days - my new dentures SNAPPED into two fekkin pieces!   = Like I haven't had enough shit with one thing & another over the past few weeks, my new teef snapped in two whilst I was cleaning them this morning. I was so mad!! I've stuck them together using Superglue, but am going to a dentist first thing tomorrow. All costs incurred will be forwarded to my dentist back home, with the recommendation that I am reimbursed, otherwise he'd better watch his back the next time I go home.............. I'm going on my perch now & Hubs is going to kiss me all better, cos I'm well feddup.........................sniff........................
Wednesday, June 21, 2006ALL THE GOODBYESJust a few hours after saying goodbye to Mungo, I was saying goodbye to Spadge, Shanna & Chikkin at the airport. I must've looked a right state. I held my composure until it was time to hand over my beautiful sleeping granddaughter to her parents. She'd fallen asleep in my arms about fifteen minutes before they had to go through for boarding & I savoured every single precious second I had with her. Saying goodbye to my son is always emotional - but now - with him having a family of his own - the emotions just seem to double & triple in size. I hate the not knowing - not knowing when I'm going to see him again, not knowing when I'll see Shans & Chikkin again. So saying goodbye to them at the airport was bloody 'orrible to say the least. I went home to a very empty house. No family, no Mungo. I had a good bawl, to myself & for myself, lit another fag, made a coffee & then got cracking with packing. A few hours later, one of Spadge's mates (Stu) came with some of his labourers & put all of our furniture into the granny flat. Mum & dad came around to help & I thought I was doing quite well in holding my composure. Then one of the labourers came through from grandma's bedroom, holding a picnic basket*. He asked me if he must also put it in the flat. I just cracked again - cried "oh shit, that's grandad" & crumpled into a heap of snot 'n tears. I couldn't wait for that day to be over. Over the next couple of days, I finished emptying the house, got the carpets cleaned, changed curtains & washed doors & walls. I got rid of a heap of junk.............including medical aid statements from 1992......somminc I'm still trying to figure out.........why on earth I kept them so long in the first place??!! Broken telephones, bits of wire, old flowerpots, rusty spark-plugs, old brake pads, empty paint cans..........why the hell did we keep all of this stuff? I had a good clear out, but I guarantee Hubs will ask me one day where something is & I'll have to wrack my sludge to think if I threw it out! I stayed with my mum & dad for the last few days before leaving to come back here. It was so nice honestly......they almost pampered me bless them. They knew I was emotionally fragile, especially after Mungo & they did their best in lifting my spirits. Gogo, the folks parrot, said "where's Jayne?" a few times, which made me smile, cos I'd only heard the folks telling me he could say it. He also took me for a twit by saying "oy Jayne?" just like my dad says it & naturally I got up to find me dad & ask him what he wanted me for.............only to discover dad hadn't said a word! Me & mum went shopping together for the first time in years, which was really smashing. Dubs (mums nickname) is a very graceful looking 70yr old now & has fewer grey hairs than me I suspect (ratbag!). Pup (my dads nickname) inflicted several sick jokes on me, which is the norm for him, but he did it in an effort to cheer me up bless him. They helped me so much & I really treasured spending time with them, as it's something I rarely get to do. I said goodbye to my empty house. I said goodby to The (Hubs') Beast - the Beemer - when me & Pup took it to it's new home in storage. I said goodbye to neighbours again & good friends, again. I said goodbye to my TEETH! I said goodbye to Dubs & Pup again, with the underlying fear of not knowing when I will see them again. There's nothing nice about saying Goodbye. *When Grandad died, we had him cremated. We did try once, many moons ago, to scatter his ashes in a place that he loved in (what was then) the Eastern Transvaal. We took 'him' all the way there & brought 'him' all the way home, cos none of us could physically scatter the ashes - I think it was & still is a case of not wanting to let him go. Since then, Grandad has 'lived' in a box inside the picnic basket. He got lost once when we moved house, but we tracked him down & he returned to grandma's room. He's moved wherever we have, apart from now. He's currently at home, in his box & in storage :-D
 We got Mungo from a friend in Durban. When he was just 6wks old, he was crated, along with a 'sister' & flown up to us in Joburg. Hubs & I collected the crate from the cargo area & it was love at first sight. Mungo was at the front of the crate, bum going & all excited to see humans no doubt. That was the first of his many flights! He stayed with me & grandma in Joburg for a couple of years, then (due to circumstances) moved down to the Eastern Cape. From there, myself & Mungo joined Hubs in Kenya. We lived in a glorified garden shed way out in the bush & the 'puppy' had a field day. He chased goats & terrified the Japanese contractors & locals alike, but only by his appearance. We took long walks in the heat & dust & he would obediantly sit & wait for trucks to pass. We'd spend at least an hour each day with his stick, which would be any small branch available. I'd throw it, he'd fetch it & then we'd have a tug-of-war! He was spoilt by us & the other Saffies on site.When the Kenya contract was up, Hubs was offered a job (on married status) in the Magic Kingdom. We made arrangements to go via London, which meant the Little Boy would have to go into quarantine, until we got his import papers into the Magic Kingdom. Hubs got his Iqama pretty quick & left after a couple of weeks. Grandma & myself moved into a flat in Northampton & went to visit the Little Boy in his quarantine kennel in Bedford. He HATED every single minute in that place. He destroyed everything, including a wooden kennel. It was heartbreaking. The kennel owners suggested I buy him an indestructable ball to play with, as he'd destroyed all the solid rubber things they'd given him. I got one & Mungo took up his own form of soccer in his cage. He would kick & push his ball around & around................until his tongue, nose & feet were bleeding. He was driving himself insane. Sadly, he was limited to an hour a day with his ball, but at least it kept him from going totally nuts. I had to follow Hubs out to the Magic Kingdom & I hated leaving both Mungo & grandma behind. We'd found out that NO Staffies or any of the bulldog or bull terrier family were allowed to be imported into the Kingdom. Mungo did his 6mth sentence & then moved into a house with grandma. They were inseparable after that. We bought the house in SA & shipped grandma & Mungo back. We hardly lived there as such, but flew in & out again after a few weeks holiday. The Little Boy had grandma & his ball, so he was well happy. It was only recently that we realised just how close those two had got........grandma had twin beds in her room - one for her, the other for Mungo. Every meal time was a ritual - grandma divided her meal into her part & Mungo's portion. He wouldn't eat his normal dog biscuits until he'd had his breakfast of a few branflakes in purposely left-over sugary milk. He sulked if grandma had to go out to the shops or the library. He got excited a few days before we went home on leave - he just seemed to 'know' we were coming home & he'd sink into the depths of depression about 2 days before we took off again. We thought about taking him to Malawi & Ghana with us, but decided against it, as he was a good deterrant for anyone with bad intentions near the house. I'd also sworn to him - stupid as it may seem - that I would never make him go through the debacle of being handled by idiotic, uncaring & downright ignorant African shipping agents. Naturally, Mungo was fiercely protective over grandma. He was fascinated by the new addition to the family - a little baby! I'm sure he sensed that Chikkin belonged to Spadge & Shans............despite never having been in close association with a sprog before, he was as good as gold & incredibly understanding while little hands patted & poked him. When I spoke of my concerns to a very good friend - about grandma's health & the possibility of bringing her here to live - she offered to adopt Mungo. Hubs & I spoke about it at length - weighed up the pros & cons time & time again. Grandma knew what our options were...........we either had to find our almost 10yr old puppy a new home, or we would have to have him euthanised. She told us that she would worry herself silly if he went to a new home - even though she knew & liked his prospective adoptive 'parents'. She knew in her heart that the Little Boy wouldn't be spoilt like she'd spoilt him & also worried that he would fret & pine for her, which meant that he would be unhappy & she just couldn't have that. We never told grandma the decision we'd reached. Hubs & I got upset enough just thinking about it. I phoned our local vet & explained our situation.........I needed advice on what decision to make......if what we suspected was correct, that he probably wouldn't 'adopt' too well. When Hubs & grandma left, grandma patted Mungo on the head & simply said "you be a good boy now" & gave him 2 chocolate biscuits, something she always did if ever she left the house. I made the decision to take him to the vet myself, the morning after Hubs & grandma left. I cried when I woke up that morning. I cried when I put his collar & lead on, I cried when I walked him up to the vet, just a coupla hundred metres away & I'm crying now. The vet was fantastic - compassionate & assuring. The Little Boy didn't particularly like being hoisted up onto the table on previous visits, so I got down on the floor & told him to come sit in my lap. I stroked him. I kissed him. I hugged him. I told him I was so sorry.......time & time again........I was so sorry. He fell abyes in my lap..........he was peaceful..........almost as if he knew what was happening. I sobbed my heart out, just cradling the Little Boy, telling him over & over "I'm so sorry old son, I'm so sorry". That evening, Hubs rang to say he & grandma were back in the apartment in Abu Dhabi. I didn't let him - or anyone - know when I was taking Mungo to the vet. Grandma came on the phone & the first thing she said was "Where's Mungo?" I just cracked up.........I couldn't help it. She told me I'd done the right thing, but it certainly didn't make me feel any better. He's gone to fetch sticks & chase indestructable balls in Puppy Dog Heaven. I know he's OK.............I just know it.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006THE 'OTHER' PARTI wrote a little while back about the 'Chikkin Part' of my trip back home & I've been meaning to catch up on other stuff that happened whilst I was there............been wanting to do it, but not wanting to do it, cos I reckon by the end of this post I'll be typing through tears. Our brief holiday was anything but that! We had little time to chill & Hubs didn't even get a round of golf in.....awwww shame! (He did bring his bats back with him though!) We'd decided to rather rent our house than sell it, but I couldn't even think of packing anything until everyone had left. Spadge, Shans & Chikkin spent their brief time between us & Shans' parents/family (thankfully in the same town), but we did manage to spend some quality time together. Taking Chikkin for a walk down by the sea will always be a treasured memory :-)   We had long chats about when would be the best time for Grandma to join us (to live) in Abu Dhabi & after several Jack Daniels, Hubs decided there was no time like the present, so he booked her a ticket to fly back with him. I would stay behind to pack up the house. I'd been away from home for 9mths & so many things had either gone wrong or deteriorated in my absence. Our computer refused point blank to even switch on, the swimming pool lining was badly stained & looked really miff & a small window in the laundry was just about ready to fall off. Bugger! In the end, I just became so apathetic & couldn't wait to get back to Abu Dhabi, which was really strange, because I love my home so very much. (We bought our home over the Internet 5yrs ago, whilst in the Magic Kingdom. We'd never seen it, but I knew & trusted the Estate Agent. We figured we'd either make a very expensive mistake, or we'd fall in love with it. Thankfully it was the latter!) Anyway, the time came for Hubs & grandma to leave. It wasn't too sad an occasion at the airport that night, as I knew I would be joining them in the near future. That evening, poor Mungo went from one room to another, looking for grandma. He slept on my bed, but several times during the night, he got up & paced around outside........he just couldn't settle. The following day is one that I'd really like to forget. Once the decision had been made for grandma to come & live with us, it meant we would have to make a decision about Mungo. Grandma just isn't capable of a) living by herself in a big house or b) looking after herself, because her middle name is Martyr & she always puts herself last. We knew our options for Mungo were to either find him a new home, or have him put down. We delayed the decision for as long as possible.
I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. David BissonetteWhen a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. Sacha GuitryAfter marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together. Hemant JoshiBy all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. SocratesWoman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. DumasThe great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want? Sigmund FreudI had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. Anonymous"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays." Henry Youngman"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years." Sam Kinison"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage." James Holt McGavran"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn't." Patrick MurrayTwo secrets to keep your marriage brimming: 1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it. 2. Whenever you're right, shut up. NashThe most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once... AnonymousYou know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. Henny Youngman My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. Rodney Dangerfield A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. Milton Berle Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy. Anonymous A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine." AnonymousFirst Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!" Second Guy "You're lucky, mine's still alive."
Sunday, June 18, 2006FATHERS DAY Happy Fathers Day to the men in my life! My 'baby boy' is now a father himself, to the beautiful Chikkin & just to make his day, she said "Dada" awwwww!
The 'Baby Boy' & his Dad
The J-with-a-Y person & her Dad
So to the special men in my life, I wish you all a smashing Fathers Day. Love you all more than Jellytots..........mmmmwwaaaahhhhhhhh!
Saturday, June 17, 2006MOZZIE BLUES My 'system' has been run down over the last couple of weeks, due mainly to some pretty staunch emotional strain & then having my teeth removed. Earlier this week I really felt like I'd been hit by a bus - I was so tired & my throat felt like it was going to close up completely. Then I started with the sweats...........not just normal sweats........but cold sweats, which is bloody 'orrible. This was the start of yet another bout of malaria. Thankfully, I brought a good supply of Nivoquine with me from SA, so for the last 4 days I've been taking these vile pills & I'm pleased to say I'm feeling a whole heap better!
It never ceases to amaze me how one fekkin little critter can inflict so much damage & pain to the human body. I first got malaria in Ghana, some 10yrs ago. I then got a different strain whilst I was in Kenya. For the first few years, I'd have a relapse every 6mths or so. It's really not nice when your body temperature doesn't even make a reading on a thermometer, you can shit through the eye of a needle & puke like there's no tomorrow. Thankfully, over the past couple of years, I've done really well & haven't suffered much, but just when you think the fekkin disease has given up the ghost, it comes back to haunt you! Bastard mosquitoes! I've still got heaps to blog about, from my trip back home, so stay tuned folks, normal service will be resumed shortly :-)
Monday, June 12, 2006I'M PAINING! We have what I think is a wonderful expression in Souf Efrica, which is "paining". As you can assume, it describes the effect of being hurt, albeit physically or psychologically. In my case, after a fortnight now, my mouth, throat & gums are still paining. I got frustrated a few days back & pulled out the stitches that the dentist had inflicted in my gums. Their removal made things a little more comfortable, but not much. Maybe I'm being impatient? Maybe it's going to take another few weeks for my gums to settle down & adjust to new dentures.............I don't know. What I do know is that it took me almost one & a half hours to eat a tuna mayo roll last night! My stomach thinks my throat has been cut eeeeeek! I'm tired of mashed banana in yogourt/yogurt/however it's spelt, of soup, scrambled eggs & soggy bread! I've tried eating other foods - been incredibly brave & told myself I have to 'toughen up' - but by the end of the day, I suffer like hell. I can't bite anything because the pain is unbearable & trying to chew on the back 'teeth' is also bloody painful. I've lost some weight, which is always welcome naturally, but bugger, I can't wait to be able to sink my fangs - even if they are all plastic now - into a shawarma or Thai green curry again. *sigh*
Thursday, June 08, 2006GRANDMA - THE SELF PORTRAIT!
If you happen to see this little grey haired old lady, wandering aimlessly & muttering "bugger it" to herself quite frequently, you can safely assume you've quite innocently run into Grandma! Grandma has been Grandma, ever since Spadge was hatched. Friends & family alike know her as Grandma, estate agents, butchers, farmers, librarians etc. have always known her as simply Grandma. I'm sure she must wonder about her own identity at times...........like 'er....what's my name again?'. Grandma has lived with me & Hubs as part of the family since Grandad died some 16yrs ago. She can't drive (apart from us to distraction sometimes!) & there was no way she could carry on a normal life by herself after Grandads death, so it was just a natural progression to move in with us. We've had a few ups & downs along the way - 2 wimmin in the same house, like lionesses protecting their cubs - but we've always managed to muddle through, one way or another. Last year, she had a heart attack. She had walked the 1km distance from our house to the local supermarket, as she'd done many times before. Shortly after setting off on her waddle home, complete with several shopping bags, she had to stop & rest due to a severe pain. She was immobile for 2hrs. Despite being in a busy shopping area, no one offered her any help. She asked one passer-by for a drink of water, only to be ignored. When she felt sufficiently strong enough to walk again, she trudged home & basically collapsed. We knew nothing about this, because in true Grandma style, she "didn't want to bother anyone". (Picture me wringing her bloody neck!!) When we eventually found out about it, she was already receiving the correct medical attention. She had to go into hospital & have a stent put in one of her arteries. It was a 'bother' to have to go into hospital, just the same as having her eyes tested is a 'bother' to the optician.....she simply feels that all this attention is unnecessary. (See my hands.....getting tighter around her neck?) Grandma has been pretty active all her life. She's now 77yrs of age & is HAVING to take things easy, which is not going down at all well. When we decided to sell our house, it meant that the estate agent would naturally bring potential buyers to have a look. Grandma got on her hands & knees & scrubbed the carpet in the entrance hall.........despite having the phone number for a carpet cleaning service on the family notice board in the kitchen. She had access to our bank account, so there was no 'financial' reason why she couldn't get this guy in. Why bother him? It took her 2 days in bed to recover from that trick. When the estate agent notified her the house would be going on show, she emptied the 'tranquility' pool in the garden because the water was dirty & there were leaves in it. Michael, the gardener, was perfectly capable of cleaning out the pool, but no, (squeeze) she had to do it herself. Guess what? Several days & numerous squirts of an adrenaline type oral spray later, she recovered enough to resume her 'quiet life'. After much discussion, we decided that Grandma was just too much of a danger to leave by herself & the responsibility of 'looking after' the house was just too much for her. We initially decided to sell up everything at home - house, cars everything, but after the recent trip back, we changed things slightly. The Beast (Beemer) is in storage, as is the furniture & the house is to be leased. Grandma travelled back to Abu Dhabi with Hubs & I followed as soon as I'd sorted everything out......an uneviable task, but it had to be done. (More on that in a later blog) In the film 'As Good As It Gets' Jack Nicholson says something along the lines of "if you take away all reason & accountability, you're left with a woman". I swear someone secretly studied Grandma for a couple of days to reach that conclusion! Thank God she's actually funny & after a few toots, is bloody hysterical! I recently opened an email account for her on Yahoo, so that she could email family/friends. I placed her in front of my computer & said to her "just type what you want & I'll do the rest" - simple enough.....yeah right. After 2 hrs of excruciatingly slow typing a letter to my folks, she called me over to ask her what had gone wrong, cos all she had on the page was 'n'..........nothing else, just 'n'. I asked her what she'd done & I got every excuse imaginable about how my computer had destroyed her letter! It wasn't her............it couldn't have been her, cos she "only pressed this & that & the whole bloody lot disappeared!". Course it wasn't you Flowerpot (one of her nicknames).......the computer has got a mind of it's own & it was tired! When Hubs came home from work & asked her how her day had been, she let off a vitriolic stream of abuse about my poor computer wiping out 2hrs of her typing, cos it definitely wasn't her! She said "bugger it" many, many times that day. Yesterday afternoon, I had to nut out to Abu Dhabi Mall. I thought whilst I was out, I'd open a Word document for Grandma & she could try writing a letter again.......at least it would automatically save any information, so it was practically fail safe. She thought this was great & proceeded to bash away to her hearts content. When I came home, I naturally asked "did you finish your letter?".................the conversation went as follows: Grandma; "I don't know what I've done! The screen is just black! I didn't touch anything!!" Me; "Waddaya mean, you didn't touch anything??" Grandma; " I was typing away quite happily & then decided to make myself a cuppa. When I came back, the screen was black - just black - no letter, no pictures, nothing.....so I bloody well left it! Bugger & sod the bloody letter!" Me; "Oy you, git over here & sit down!" (pointing towards the desk & computer......... Grandma sits, like a naughty child............... Me; "Grandma, you see the mouse...........you know what the mouse is" Grandma; "Yes, I see it...I don't like those bloody things...........they go all over the bloody place!" Me; "Grandma, move the mouse..............any direction you want...........just move it OK?" DING DING DING DING LIGHT BULB MOMENT FOR GRANDMA!! Computer monitor springs to life & there's Grandmas letter in all it's glory, word for misspelled word! What did I get? Abuse! "Stupid bloody thing!" Having a screensaver & then energy saver for the monitor equates to a 'bloody stupid thing' to little grey haired old ladies! Just a short while ago, Grandma asks me if Hubs has got 'plenty' of shirts for work? I tell her he has quite a few & naturally ask why she wants to know.......... "Er, well, I burnt the sleeve of his red check shirt!"..... followed by "but its underneath, so it won't show!"............and swiftly followed by "bloody iron! You set it to scorching!" WATCH MY LIPS GRANDMA: ACCOUNTABILITY! She was told to stay away from the ironing, but nope, the minute I'm out the door, she's in the room trying to iron. Result; burnt shirt & it's not underneath either, plus it's set on 'steam' as opposed to scorching, but it's MY fault!! Free to a good home: One Grandma. Gets lost quite happily indoors or out, drinks brandy, smokes Marlboro Lights & says "bugger it" often. Delivery can be arranged!
Monday, June 05, 2006CHIKKIN PHOTOSThese were all taken at the Christening on 14th May  Such a tired little girl !
She's already got good taste in jewellery!
Very proud Mum & Dad with their precious daughter.
Four Grandparents & Four Great-grandparents!
Sunday, June 04, 2006THE CHIKKIN PARTWell, where to start? Hubs & I fell hopelessly in love with a very special baby girl! From our arrival, 'Grandad' spent every spare moment with Chikkin & the rest of us were lucky if we got a look in! I know she's 'ours' & we're naturally gushing grandparents, but in all honesty, none of the family has ever come across such a happy baby! Chikkin & Mommy Shans left Dublin during an afternoon & only arrived in the Eastern Cape at midday the following day, as they went via Paris. Three flights & not one tear shed - it's got to be a world record!  So, as you can see, Chikkin is a happy baby with her grandad! She likes being tickled & has the most gorgeous chuckle! She is really inquisitive & wants to touch everything within reach - which is normally followed by trying to get whatever it might be into her mouth! She's developed a liking to biltong* & chewing on it certainly seemed to ease the discomfort of teething.
Spadge, Shans & Chikkin spent their time between families & friends, but Hubs & myself were lucky enough to babysit (all by ourselves!) one night. We had great fun.......as only grandparents can......but it's funny how Grandad managed to sleep through the 2a.m. feed.....ahem...... The Big Event - The Christening - went without a hitch & Chikkin managed to sleep quite contentedly through most of it. She has 2 wonderful God Parents - Tracy (Shans best friend) & Stuart (Spadge's best mate) plus a heap of adoring aunties, uncles, grandparents & great-grandparents. She is surrounded by love & happiness, particularly from Spadge & Shanna & it reflects in such a really positive way in her early personality. She melted dozens of hearts in a matter of seconds with the most beautiful smile.........................*sigh*
* Biltong is that 'orrible dried meat stuff. I dunno what I'm doing wrong, but I'm battling to load photos. I'm having a BTM (Blonde Technical Moment).....stay tuned while I kick start the grey matter into action.........
This is a special entry, for a special person & for a special reason........ For the past 5yrs, you've worked damned hard, sometimes in extreme conditions. On top of the stress of having to carry the workload of idiotic bosses with Napoleonic attitudes, you've (somehow) managed to study after working hours. After each completed year, I can honestly say I admired your perseverance. When a disappointing exam result arrived, it just made you determined to make the next assignment better. I was so proud of you when you qualified! After an extra year of studying for Specialisation, you recently got the result you so thoroughly deserve........ So, my very special Fellow, I give you my warmest congratulations & a whole heap of love & admiration. I'm so proud of you Bob, I really am.
Friday, June 02, 2006OPEN UP & SAY "AAHHHHH"I've got a whole heap of things to blog about, but I only arrived back last night so I'm not quite 'with it' yet. I'm also nursing an incredibly sore mouth, thanks to having to have my remaining teeth extracted (OWWWWWWWWWWW!) due to gum disease (that I didn't know I had). I'm a bit depressed, cos I've said way too many goodbyes over the past week, but ultimately, I'm glad to be back. Here's one thing that brings an instant smile to my face - Miss Lilly Mai - a.k.a. Chikkin! 
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