There was a time when I liked people...all sorts of different people...from the aloof Indian Psychologists to the Hungarian who had OCD and counted his tea bags when you came on duty and then again when you went off...to make certain you hadn't used any I suppose...don't think anyone ever asked him why he did so. He wore rimless glasses and brought his dog to the hospital everyday...it curled up in a corner of the ward and was totally unfazed if one of the patients threw a tantrum...
I fell hopelessly in love with the Commander of the British Land forces in the Falklands...quite forgetting he was a soldier first and foremost and there was me, always having been a pacifist since I was old enough to grasp the idea of killing people.
Grandpa Bagnall was another man I loved to bits...he was a grumpy old bugger and used to shake his fist at people...especially the man who came to mow the lawns. And the postie if he skidded on the gravel. And Granny's cat when it dug holes in the flower-beds. And his daughters Jack Russell's when they yapped...he once shook his fist at Patch, his eldest grandson...'Whatever has Patch done' I asked him...'Gorn orf with that floozy' was the reply...I never met the floozy, so couldn't pass an opinion.
There is Barbara, who buried her husband on a hillside in Donegal and writes books about being green and wears a ratty old coat with the hem coming down...she has a moustache and grows all her own food and must surely be pushing eighty years...but there's not a bad bone in her.
And dear Elsie...she is a new enough widow with four great strapping sons and a staunch believer that God made the world in six days and rested on the seventh and she home-schooled her lads...she is sweet and kind and thoughtful...sits on my feet when I'm on the settee and we launch into fits of giggles about nothing in particular.
Our neighbours are hardworking farmers...no time to poke or prod...no inclination to be unkind for unkindness sake...there is only one we'd be wary of...a relative newcomer to the street who doesn't follow the informal 'rules' of living together cheek by jowl.
The people I've mentioned, were and are, totally different in their occupations...their own personal view of the world around us might be quite alien to others...
I've been trying today to see any of those I love or have loved in the past being mean and spiteful...deliberately calling another an unkind name...spinning out an argument for all it was worth...almost glorying in someone's distress.
They are no better than the Trolls who appear every so often...worse than the Trolls actually, because the attacks are personal.
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I know what you mean Vashti. I think a lot of people would not say to somebody's face what they will type. More anonymous you cannot see the hurt they are causing. Personally, I am not going to engage any more about this. Have you been p[ublished, if not you should be. Kaye
I agree Vashti. I'd prefer a troll, they are so predictable in their idiotic comments almost laughable actually. The nasty comment thrown at well meaning people were rotten. What you put out comes back threefold. Blessings. Lee x
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I agree Lee but then most trolls aren't as sweet or predictable as our weekend visitor(s). There have been several major troll attacks on here in my time and, nasty as it was towards our friend, that was nothing compared to those - trust me! x
I think it was Gstalt that wrote I am I, and you are you I did not come into this world to live up to your expeçtations , nor you to mine. As to not liking people after the childhood I had I have always preferred animals ♥
I'm way ahead of you on that one Vashti. With all the trouble my neighbour and I have suffered since April this year with the loss of our gardens, my neighbour (been there for 27 years) has swapped with the person who lived further down on the opposite side of the road. This "person" only moved into our road this year and has now isolated herself from everyone. She has caused so much trouble in the short time she's been here that nobody even speaks to her anymore. Now I have her living next door to me and she's erected a 6' fence between our front gardens (without permission) and everyone in the road is complaining about it as it's a real eyesore. Now she's complaining that no one wants to know her - I cant imagine why, can you?? Lol
Hi Nickers if the fence is in the front garden, planning permission might be needed, if it is one metre from the footpath, you can check with the council hope this helps as I remember the horrid time you had with your tree ♥
Thank you Starveycat. I did already know that, but it makes no difference as it's a dividing fence. When I pointed out to the housing officer that she'd put it up without permission( I suspected ) He was in my house at the time and called his office about it in front of me and another neighbour. The planning office confirmed that no permission had been given, and we waited to see it taken down.........it never happened! The next time I saw the HO, I reminded him about her not having permission and he just said "Oh, she will have!" So, it seems there are rules for some and rules for others?
Our local HA are about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle......I've had a leaking boiler for 3 weeks. It had 1 leak and 2 guys came to fix it. After they'd left....I had 2 leaks! I called the gas engineers and they sent a guy out as an emergency. He arrived at 9.15 p.m. and said "I can't do anything with that, I don't have the parts, They have to be ordered!" I get a call the following day from the HA saying that they had one of the parts but the other wouldn't be here until 19th (yesterday) so did I want them to do the first part now, then the other on Monday or wait and do both together. I opted for having both done together.
The guy duly turned up yesterday and after an hour+ he announced "They haven't sent a new washer with this part so I can't fix it!" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Then to top it all, I get a note in the post today saying........"We have made an appointment for a gas engineer to attend to fix boiler part on........wait for it!...........MONDAY 2nd NOVEMBER. It's a +*&%$~ washer for crying out loud, what the hell's wrong with these people?
I've managed to bring it forward to the 29th, but I shall be calling emergency later on and they can b***** well come out here and fix it and I don't care how late it is as I've had enough. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bet you're glad you don't have our HA aren't you? Lol.
Yeah gods Nickers I don't know how you stay sane. They are a lot of useless ✖✖✖✖. How you are expected to manage with your health problems beats me , you are a far better person than I am. End of rant, ‼‼ ♥♥♥
You evoke memories in me vashti. All my grandparents were Irish. My maternal grandfather, the only one I ever met before he died, though I was only two at the time and I remember the feel of his moustache when my mother lifted me up to kiss him. He was a big bear of a man , six foot tall and heavy acoording to family tales. He knelt by his bed every night to say his prayers , called every woman "daughter" and never ever swore. The worst he would say was " the Humbuggin thing ! " Keep up your writing, It`ll make a brilliant book one day. Keep well, Sheila x
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