Himself Telling Big Fibs...

The next time someone asks...with a pitying expression on their face...'But whatever do you do all day? I'm going to spit in their eye and tell them to take a hike.

And if Himself doesn't stop talking to me when I'm trying to type then I'll ...dunno...I'll think of something horrid.

By the time I've read e-mails...answered those that need an answer and checked FaceAche for grandchildren or children in the middle of a crisis...then looked at the interesting gravestones people have put on the gravestone site...and read the blog written by the crochet lady...and answered the people on Ancestry and played with Murphy...it's getting on for lunchtime and me with my teeth still in the bathroom.

This afternoon I found yet another relative who ended up in a Mental Asylum...a really nasty one actually. There was reams of stuff about it, including the interesting fact that the man once under suspicion of being Jack the Ripper was an inmate there for a time. He was a German Jew who'd been a hairdresser before he began having aural hallucinations' telling him not to touch food which had been given to him...he used to pick up crusts of bread from the gutters instead.

He didn't sound much like a candidate for Jack the Ripper...though he'd have had sharp scissors with being a Hairdresser.

Had to stop reading that when Himself wanted a shopping list.

Why he can't write his own list I don't know...

I asked for Raspberries 'cos it was too wet to go into the garden to pick ours...

While he was shopping, I painted the first coat on the mantel thingy...it's going to look quite nice when it's all done.

Better than it was anyway.

I'm reading the most incredibly stupid book ever published...it's titled Bloodwork by Michael Connelly and it's a waste of time and effort...but I paid the princely sum of 99 cent for it so I shall read it until the end...

While Himself was shopping, he met with an acquaintance who gave him a bottle of wine for me...it's handy being ill sometimes, because if someone we don't much care for invites us for supper or Sunday lunch, Himself just says we'd love to come but Herself can't travel now she's on the oxygen...isn't that awful mean. It works a treat though.

He was one of those who asked what did I do all day...Himself said I lie on the settee watching day time television...I pointed out we don't have a television...Himself said this person wasn't to know that...and told me not to mutter 'cos I have a free bottle of wine...even if it is South African.

[snappy1]

Well people always ask stupid questions and people give stupid answers, himself is pardoned he got you a bottle of wine even if it is south african. How is young Murphy doing. You take it easy now and just remember we always like to hear what you have to say, which must give you a bit of relief so you don't lamp himself.

[Hidden in reply to snappy1]

Don't think they realise the question is stupid and I have an awful feeling they believe the daft answer!

[Katinka46]

Sooo identify with teeth in the bathroom until after lunch. Only it's Himself as does it. Gets caught out by unexpected visitors. Makes him look like a roguish pirate. Grandchildren love it.

Daytime TV? What's that?

More power to your typing fingers. Go Gal go....

Love and hugs

K xxx

[Hidden in reply to Katinka46]

Ha...I don't answer the door without me teeths...lol

[velvet55]

Love the post Vashti

A bloody good rant with a big dose of humour.

Keep them coming gal if you can manage to drag yourself off that settee !!!!

Velvet to

[Hidden in reply to velvet55]

I'll do my best...lol

[hufferpuffer]

Feet up and pop that cork!! Time to relax after a busy day!🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷😀😘💐💙

[Hidden in reply to hufferpuffer]

And so I did...!

[Sheilab123]

Oh Vashti the first paragraph had me in stitches, trouble is its to bloody true! Another one is you look well, pumped up with steroids! xx

[Hidden in reply to Sheilab123]

And oxygen makes your face sort of glow...lol

[Lyd12]

Loved that post, Vashti. We're often busier than we look, aren' t we? I seem to select books that are too clever for me lately, prize winners of some sort or another. or suthors that in the past I have liked but they have written in a completely different style this time. Gave up on Margaret Attwood's the Year of the Flood and tried Doris Lessing, The golden Notebook, but don't think its for me. Its going to be reslly hot today, so not much is going to get done. Love Iris x

[Hidden in reply to Lyd12]

I usually steer clear of anything which wins the Booker...or is on the shortlist...just know it'll be too esoteric for me to grasp...I want to relax when I'm reading...not struggle to understand the storyline or characters!

[Lyd12 in reply to Hidden]

book I did enjoy The Crimson Petal and the White by Michael Faber. 800 pages long but sorry when I finished it! about a prostitute so may not be your thing, but if you.like victorian detail, give it a go.

[Hidden in reply to Lyd12]

Going to have a look for it...nothing against prostitutes...just the blokes who use them...lol

[sassy59]

A day in the life of Vashti, and Himself being amazing at getting you both out of things you don't want to do. You seem to keep yourself nice and busy with all sorts of goings on. Pete and I often wonder how we ever found the time to actually go to work, there is so much to do in a day. Family ups and downs to help with - or not as the case may be, Grandkids to see, shopping, mother-in-law to sort out when necessary (dementia), Pete's doctor/hospital appointments, the back problem (ongoing), the cat, the list is endless.

I must admit that people seem to think we do nothing all day and don't have a life as they feel they can just drop in anytime or ring and we should be there. No, we actually can get out and about yet seldom seem to do what we want to do. Oh well, there we are, another day in the life.............

Wishing you and Himself well Vashti and lovely Murphy too of course. xxxxx

[Hidden in reply to sassy59]

It's the dropping in bit I can't be doing with...we're very often busy with something or other, but casual visitors think because we no longer work we're always free to entertain them...!

[sassy59 in reply to Hidden]

I know just what you mean there Vashti. xxx

[Nikkers]

Grat post Vashti....as usual. The things you say are so true. One of my pet hates are those who judge me by sight! When I park in a disabled bay, I can feel them watching me..........then I display my blue badge and they turn away with a confused look. All that because I drive a 2 seater car (it's 18 years old) and don't have to be helped in/out of it! I'm not outwardly disabled - I just can't breathe! I do wish people wouldn't make a judgement on things they don't understand.. XX

[Pedros in reply to Nikkers]

I like to the sound of car Nikkers. What make is it?

Peter x

[Nikkers in reply to Pedros]

It's a Mazda MX5 Peter. I love it and wouldn't change it for the world. Sails through its M.O.T. nearly every time . Great car. XX

[Hidden in reply to Nikkers]

Wouldn't do them any harm to spend a day in our shoes...!

[Nikkers in reply to Hidden]

How right you are!

[crystal2]

I say," I just love this retirement malarkey, it'll be your turn next!" When asked "How are you?" I never give an honest reply. They just won't have the time!