I haven't had a lot to talk about recently,nothings happened for me to blog about.
Until I got home today.
Geoff met me as I pulled up in the car and told me to get straight into his because our doctor has told him he must go to hospital.
I was rather shaken about this and asked him why.
After having yet another bad night with his stomach problems (too much wind!) and feeling breathless he went to the doctor this morning.
His heart was beating too fast, his pulse was three times faster than it should be as well.
The doctor had done a G.C.E. on him although she did say that the machine was not 100% perfect but it does give them an indication of what his heart is doing. She told him to go to the hospital and had given him a letter to hand in.
So, we arrived at the hospital about 2.p.m. he handed in the letter and he was taken to a ward with another 3 patients in it. They were all waiting to see the doctor as well. One lady had a mask over her face breathing oxygen, she was about 65 years old and she had a bad chest infection and you could hear her gurgling as she breathed. However, she was alright really, she kept taking the mask off and having a laugh with us. After about an hour a nurse came and drew the curtain around geoff and she was asking him allsorts of questions. Was he in pain? Had this happened before? Geoff was not in any pain and it happened once before, about 20 years ago when he had gone out one night with some shop stewards he had just won an tribunal and they all got drunk-sober-drunk-sober, and he smoked about 40 fags. The next day it happened, his heart beating so fast he was taken to hospital and they kept him in overnight to keep and eye on his heart beat. It was an excess of too much booze and fags the night before. Geoff gave up smoking that day and he has never drunk so much again. His heart returned to normal the next day.
Anyway, we were all talking and one man had told us he had come in the night before 'on his deathbed' he thought the was going to die his heart was beating that fast. The doctors saw to him immediately and his heart beat returned to normal. They told him he could go home but had to wait for a prescription. And wait he did. 5 hours all told.
Finally, they brought this prescription and he went home.
So we waited, and waited for the doctor.
At 6.15p.m. she came.
She was very thorough with geoff and asked a thousand questions, Finally, she said that they will keep him in overnight and put an heart monitor on him so they could watch how his heart works.
She told us it was not that serious and it was not an heart attack.
They will also put a camera down his stomach to why he has got such bad wind, as that is not normal.
So, we will just have to wait and see what they say after the tests.
I left the hospital then and I got home baout 7.15p.m.
I am now sitting here with a nice hot cup of coffee and snowdrop on my lap. She did not know why we had dissappeared for so long. How do you explain that to a cat?
I will go to work tomorrow morning and visit geoff later I will let you know how he is.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
On the 21st April 2009, Jack Jones, one of the greatest men of the trade union movement died peacefully in a carehome in Peckham, South London. He was 96 years old.
Jack Jones, born James Larkin Jones,was one of the greatest leaders of the Transport and General Workers Union.
Jack was born in Garston, Liverpool and he started to work as a dock worker when he became interested in socialism when he read a book called "The ragged trousered philanthropist" by Robert Tressel.
He was politically minded from an early age and he was a Labour Party ward secretary and from the age of 15, he was the youngest member of Liverpool City Council. A few years later
he then began his full -time union career in 1939 as a district organiser for the Transport and General Workers Union.
During this time he fought with International Brigade in the Spanish civil war and was wounded.
The union took him to London in 1963 in a new post of assistant executive secretary, the General secretary then was Frank Cousins, whose policies suited Jack's left wing convictions.
In 1969 he succeeded Frank Cousins and at the age of 55 he joined the TUC General Council and later chaired it's International Committee.
In the 1970's Jack Jones was influential in ending two crippling national dock strikes, although some of the militant extremists in his union reacted violently against the second settlement.
Even manhandled him whilst he was giving a news conference at Transport House.
Jack made great efforts to ensure that the TUC stood shoulder to shoulder with Harold Wilson in his successful bid to recapture power in the first 1974 election and his return in the second.
Jack Jones , above all others, was responsible for shaping and producing the so called "social contract" between the new labour government and the TUC and in fighting it through Congress, despite threatened opposition from the other giant union, Hugh Scanlon's AUEW.
He went on in 1975-1976, to give powerful even decisive support to the governments anti-inflation policies, including the £6.00-a-week pay limit and even tighter limit that succeeded it.
Jack Jones dominated the Transport Union as Ernest Bevin, Arthur Deakin and Frank Cousins had done before.
Former TUC general secretary Norman Willis said Mr. Jones was a "fighter" who would be fondly remembered.
"I worked with Jack in the T@G and through the TUC for many years. Jack Jones was a great fighter for ordinary people whether they were at work or unemployed or later as pensioners. He never forgot the underdog and will be remembered with affection."
TUC general secretary Brendan Barber said Mr. Jones was a "true giant of the Labour movement. He was a passionate internationalist showing raw courage on the battlefields of the Spanish Civil war. After his working life as a trade unionist, he became a champion for pensioners, holding ministers to account without fear or favour and urging governments to deliver dignity to the elderly."
I have met Jack Jones and I can assure you he was everything they have described. He was a quiet man, very polite, and he had an "awe" about him,and when he walked into a room you just knew he was there.
A man who worked all his life for his political beliefs and improved so many mens lives with his tireless fighting for equality.
There will never be another man like Jack Jones.
God bless you, Jack.
Jack Jones, born James Larkin Jones,was one of the greatest leaders of the Transport and General Workers Union.
Jack was born in Garston, Liverpool and he started to work as a dock worker when he became interested in socialism when he read a book called "The ragged trousered philanthropist" by Robert Tressel.
He was politically minded from an early age and he was a Labour Party ward secretary and from the age of 15, he was the youngest member of Liverpool City Council. A few years later
he then began his full -time union career in 1939 as a district organiser for the Transport and General Workers Union.
During this time he fought with International Brigade in the Spanish civil war and was wounded.
The union took him to London in 1963 in a new post of assistant executive secretary, the General secretary then was Frank Cousins, whose policies suited Jack's left wing convictions.
In 1969 he succeeded Frank Cousins and at the age of 55 he joined the TUC General Council and later chaired it's International Committee.
In the 1970's Jack Jones was influential in ending two crippling national dock strikes, although some of the militant extremists in his union reacted violently against the second settlement.
Even manhandled him whilst he was giving a news conference at Transport House.
Jack made great efforts to ensure that the TUC stood shoulder to shoulder with Harold Wilson in his successful bid to recapture power in the first 1974 election and his return in the second.
Jack Jones , above all others, was responsible for shaping and producing the so called "social contract" between the new labour government and the TUC and in fighting it through Congress, despite threatened opposition from the other giant union, Hugh Scanlon's AUEW.
He went on in 1975-1976, to give powerful even decisive support to the governments anti-inflation policies, including the £6.00-a-week pay limit and even tighter limit that succeeded it.
Jack Jones dominated the Transport Union as Ernest Bevin, Arthur Deakin and Frank Cousins had done before.
Former TUC general secretary Norman Willis said Mr. Jones was a "fighter" who would be fondly remembered.
"I worked with Jack in the T@G and through the TUC for many years. Jack Jones was a great fighter for ordinary people whether they were at work or unemployed or later as pensioners. He never forgot the underdog and will be remembered with affection."
TUC general secretary Brendan Barber said Mr. Jones was a "true giant of the Labour movement. He was a passionate internationalist showing raw courage on the battlefields of the Spanish Civil war. After his working life as a trade unionist, he became a champion for pensioners, holding ministers to account without fear or favour and urging governments to deliver dignity to the elderly."
I have met Jack Jones and I can assure you he was everything they have described. He was a quiet man, very polite, and he had an "awe" about him,and when he walked into a room you just knew he was there.
A man who worked all his life for his political beliefs and improved so many mens lives with his tireless fighting for equality.
There will never be another man like Jack Jones.
God bless you, Jack.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sage did a post about her car and she called it a 'she'. I wrote and said how funny it was she called her car a 'she' because I have had 2 cars and they were both 'shes.'
As I explained I know why my cars where 'shes' it was because they were both old and tatty, slow in the cold winter, (like she didn't want to get out of first gear) and she coughed, f*rted, spat at everything that came her way, she had a mind of her own and she let everyone know it. she was a she alright.
Rather like her owner actually.
What is your car, male or female, and have you a name for it?
As I explained I know why my cars where 'shes' it was because they were both old and tatty, slow in the cold winter, (like she didn't want to get out of first gear) and she coughed, f*rted, spat at everything that came her way, she had a mind of her own and she let everyone know it. she was a she alright.
Rather like her owner actually.
What is your car, male or female, and have you a name for it?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Well, what some lovely weather we are having now, although it has rained for a couple of days it is now sunny and very warm. So, out in the garden I go and my goodness me I have never seen so many weeds in all my life. Thousands of them and they are so huge. I have pulled up a lot of them but there is still some that won't move! So, out come the old weed killer and we'll see how long that takes. It says it kills them in 3 hours but I'm not so sure about that as I sprayed them yesterday and they are still there smiling at me. Dam things.
However, the garden does look a lot better now I've mown the lawn as well.
Going back to work business, do you remember I told you about the meetings I had with the managers because of being of sick, well, I'm seeing R on friday (my manager) and we'll see what he has to say about it. I'll let you know how it goes.
I haven't got anything else to say actually, nothing has happened for me to blog about.
But don't worry, I will still be reading all yours.
However, the garden does look a lot better now I've mown the lawn as well.
Going back to work business, do you remember I told you about the meetings I had with the managers because of being of sick, well, I'm seeing R on friday (my manager) and we'll see what he has to say about it. I'll let you know how it goes.
I haven't got anything else to say actually, nothing has happened for me to blog about.
But don't worry, I will still be reading all yours.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
When I was thinking about doing the blog about my grandfather, Frank, I asked my mum for the photos and of course, all of them came out.
By that I mean all our school photos, and thousands of others and I did print that one of me with my best friend Jane and her sisters. Well, my mum was quite upset when she noticed that the one photo she had kept for years was missing.
The school photo.
After we left she hunted for it and found it in a box full, of course, of other photos.
Geoff and I went to Oxford on Easter Sunday and my mum showed me the photo and I just had to show all of you.
The photo was taken at Blackbird Leys junior school in 1965. I was 9 years old.
I have highlighted where I am and the male teacher sat behind me.
His name is Mr. Munday and he was our favourite. Always smiling, always joking. We loved it when he took a lesson.
The other teacher I have highlighted (to my right) is Mrs. Wells. She was my form teacher in the first year and when I knew she was going to be my form teacher again in the third year I remember rushing home and telling my mum. I was over the moon. Mrs Wells was a rather old fashioned teacher, by that I mean, we always had spelling lessons first thing in the morning which was something the other teachers did not do. She seemed to stand taller than the other teachers. She was strict but very kind.
She was born to teach, and I loved her.
The other male teacher I highlighted is Mr. Jacobs. The headmaster.
I remember he was a lovely, quiet gentle man.
It's funny that I cannot remember any of the other teachers, by that I mean their faces are familiar by I have forgotten their names. Also, I can't remember any of my friends there either, I don't know who I am sat next to. And yet, we all went to the next school together.
So, it's strange how your memory plays tricks on you, isn't it?
But then again, it was many, many years ago!
Please click on the photo to enlarge it.
By that I mean all our school photos, and thousands of others and I did print that one of me with my best friend Jane and her sisters. Well, my mum was quite upset when she noticed that the one photo she had kept for years was missing.
The school photo.
After we left she hunted for it and found it in a box full, of course, of other photos.
Geoff and I went to Oxford on Easter Sunday and my mum showed me the photo and I just had to show all of you.
The photo was taken at Blackbird Leys junior school in 1965. I was 9 years old.
I have highlighted where I am and the male teacher sat behind me.
His name is Mr. Munday and he was our favourite. Always smiling, always joking. We loved it when he took a lesson.
The other teacher I have highlighted (to my right) is Mrs. Wells. She was my form teacher in the first year and when I knew she was going to be my form teacher again in the third year I remember rushing home and telling my mum. I was over the moon. Mrs Wells was a rather old fashioned teacher, by that I mean, we always had spelling lessons first thing in the morning which was something the other teachers did not do. She seemed to stand taller than the other teachers. She was strict but very kind.
She was born to teach, and I loved her.
The other male teacher I highlighted is Mr. Jacobs. The headmaster.
I remember he was a lovely, quiet gentle man.
It's funny that I cannot remember any of the other teachers, by that I mean their faces are familiar by I have forgotten their names. Also, I can't remember any of my friends there either, I don't know who I am sat next to. And yet, we all went to the next school together.
So, it's strange how your memory plays tricks on you, isn't it?
But then again, it was many, many years ago!
Please click on the photo to enlarge it.
Monday, April 13, 2009
OMG. I have just lost my blog account.
I was joining Twitter blog site and overode this one.
I nearly had a heart attack.
Not that my blogs are that brilliant but after two years I really didn't want to lose them all.
Thank god for Blogger Dashboard.
You see, I have you all in a little box on the front page and I thought I would tell you about the busy day I have had in the garden. I clicked on my page and nothing, but nothing came up.
I screamed.
When I eventually calmed down, I suddenly thought of blogger dashboard and clicked onto it and went to edit posts, that did come up and that is how I retrieved my account.
PHEW.
I'll leave telling you about my day now, I just need a large drink!!
I was joining Twitter blog site and overode this one.
I nearly had a heart attack.
Not that my blogs are that brilliant but after two years I really didn't want to lose them all.
Thank god for Blogger Dashboard.
You see, I have you all in a little box on the front page and I thought I would tell you about the busy day I have had in the garden. I clicked on my page and nothing, but nothing came up.
I screamed.
When I eventually calmed down, I suddenly thought of blogger dashboard and clicked onto it and went to edit posts, that did come up and that is how I retrieved my account.
PHEW.
I'll leave telling you about my day now, I just need a large drink!!
Friday, April 10, 2009
A man goes into a pub and sees Van Gogh sitting there quietly having a drink.
He orders his pint and walks over to him and says:
"Hi Vince, fancy a pint?"
"Oh no thanks" says Van Gogh. "I've got one ear."
Black tarmac and Concrete are arguing in a bar.
"I'm harder than you! I built the M1" Said Concrete.
Black Tarmac retorts: "I'm harder than you, I built Heathrows runways."
Just then the door bursts open and Black Tarmac and Concrete goes quiet.
The barman notices this and asks them why.
"We might be hard." Says Concrete, "but he's a bloody cycle path."
He orders his pint and walks over to him and says:
"Hi Vince, fancy a pint?"
"Oh no thanks" says Van Gogh. "I've got one ear."
Black tarmac and Concrete are arguing in a bar.
"I'm harder than you! I built the M1" Said Concrete.
Black Tarmac retorts: "I'm harder than you, I built Heathrows runways."
Just then the door bursts open and Black Tarmac and Concrete goes quiet.
The barman notices this and asks them why.
"We might be hard." Says Concrete, "but he's a bloody cycle path."
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
All is quiet and not even snowdrop, my cat. moves.
The T.V. is lowered to a whisper and geoff is sat in his chair not stirring or uttering a word. The telephone is sat in a corner huddled along with all the other rubbish that should really be in the bin.
The washing up sits on the draining board...just waiting quietly,
The washing machine is standing there in awe.
The girls at work walk pass me silently so not to disturb me,
The sweat is pouring off me and I will I have to go to the doctor, I know I must go........
I must get my H.R.T. tablets.
The T.V. is lowered to a whisper and geoff is sat in his chair not stirring or uttering a word. The telephone is sat in a corner huddled along with all the other rubbish that should really be in the bin.
The washing up sits on the draining board...just waiting quietly,
The washing machine is standing there in awe.
The girls at work walk pass me silently so not to disturb me,
The sweat is pouring off me and I will I have to go to the doctor, I know I must go........
I must get my H.R.T. tablets.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Man is like a car.
As it get older, the differential starts slipping, and the u-joints get worn, causing the drive shaft to go bad.
The transmission won't go into high gear and sometimes has difficulty getting out of low. The cylinders get worn and lose compression, making it hard to climb the slightest incline.
When it is climbing, the tappets clatter and ping to the point where one wonders if the old bus will make it to the top. The carburetter gets fouled with pollutants and other matter, making it hard to get started in the morning. It is hard to keep the radiator filled because of the leaking hose.
The thermostat goes out, making it difficult to reach the operating temperature. The headlights grow dim, and the battery need constant recharging.
But if the body looks good, we can keep it washed and polished, giving the impression it can compete with newer models and make one more trip down the primrose lane before the head gasket blows.
Gentlemen, start your engines.
As it get older, the differential starts slipping, and the u-joints get worn, causing the drive shaft to go bad.
The transmission won't go into high gear and sometimes has difficulty getting out of low. The cylinders get worn and lose compression, making it hard to climb the slightest incline.
When it is climbing, the tappets clatter and ping to the point where one wonders if the old bus will make it to the top. The carburetter gets fouled with pollutants and other matter, making it hard to get started in the morning. It is hard to keep the radiator filled because of the leaking hose.
The thermostat goes out, making it difficult to reach the operating temperature. The headlights grow dim, and the battery need constant recharging.
But if the body looks good, we can keep it washed and polished, giving the impression it can compete with newer models and make one more trip down the primrose lane before the head gasket blows.
Gentlemen, start your engines.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Aircraft optical Illusions
You may think that your eyes are playing tricks on you, but,honestly, they are not.
These are actual photos taken at different airshows.
Unbelievable, isn't it?
Went back to work today, and saw D. Not a word was said about wednesday and the funeral, so I didn't approach the subject either. To be truthful, she looked a little embarrassed about it but I said good morning to her and that broke the ice.
So, everything is fine, I'm angry that that had happened but there we are, it's over now.
Still waiting to hear about the sickness tho.
So, everything is fine, I'm angry that that had happened but there we are, it's over now.
Still waiting to hear about the sickness tho.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Last monday (23/3/) I went back to work after having two weeks off with that dreadful virus.
That was o.k. but it was then that we had the bad news that Geoffs brother had died and his funeral was that wednesday (1/4) .
Now please let me explain what happens at Asda when you are off sick, even if it's for one day.
When you return to work you have what they call " A return to work" which simply means you go into an office with your manager and they ask why you were off work, did you see a doctor, is the reason you were off work,work related?
They also have this policy that if you have more than 3% of time of sick you then go for "counselling" which is exactly the same as the "Return to work" Except that everything you say is written down and you sign for it.
No-one knows who decided on this 3% or how they got to that number. You ask them till your blue in the face, but they really don't know who, what or why.
So, on Friday the 6/3 was when I rang in sick, that was the start of the two weeks off.
On Monday 8/3 I rang work again and I told them I would not be in and please give me a few days to get over this sickness.
On wednesday I rang in sick again just to tell them how I was and said I would ring them again on monday.
That was fine.
So, on Monday, 16/3 I rang in sick yet again and told them I would see my doctor, this I did. He gave me anti-biotics and said I had a virus. (!!) Yes, that is what I thought. (LOL)
On wednesday, 18/3 I rang Asda and told them I would not be in till monday, as I was so bad.
Monday, 23/3 I returned to work, with my my sick note and went to the checkouts to work.
An hour later D asked me to go to the office for my return to work.
Now, D is a new manager of the checkouts and she is fine, if a little heavy handed.
My Return to work went o.k. with the usual questions, what was wrong, did you see a doctor? those sort of questions. The only thing that bothered me was that we had another manager A with us and he was writing everything I said down. Now, I don't mind that because I have nothing to hide but it was only a return to work, not a "counselling" return to work.
That should have come later.
I explained everything to them about how I had phoned in sick on the friday and monday, seen the doctor, everything I have explained to you.
At the end of the session, she thanked me and said I could go.
I stood up and thanked her, and then I stopped.
"Should I not sign those papers?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. " said D
A passed me the papers and told me to read them and if I agree to what had been written, could I sign them. This I did.
A had made a couple of mistakes when writing it all down, which is fair enough when you are writing down what people are saying, although I did it slowly and kept stopping so he could catch up.
"Should I sign the mistakes that A had made?" I asked, knowing that the answer was yes.
"Oh yes." said D
Then she informed me that it would be going to a "disciplinary hearing"
Which is exactly the same as "return to work" and "counselling" only I have to wait for a letter to tell me when that will be held.
O.K.
Bear with me please, as I explain what happened when I went to the funeral.
As I said Barry, geoff's brother had passed away while I was off sick, so when I went to work on the monday 23/3 D was there but R was not (another manager on checkouts) as he was working afternoons.
So, I told D about the funeral,which was the next wednesday 1/4 and that was fine.
No more was said.
R came into work on the friday morning 27/3 and out of respect I told him about the funeral.
Again that was fine.
So, I worked monday, tuesday is my day off, and on wednesday we went to the funeral.
Thursday I go back to work and everybody, but everybody was asking me where I was the day before.
"I went to my brother-in-laws funeral." I said.
All went quiet and then I was told that nobody knew where I was and they had even phoned me at home. But, we had changed our phone no. and nobody had our new one.
I couldn't believe it. D had even said she did not know where I was!
"Both D and R knew where I was going " I told them.
They all looked at each other and asked about the phone no.
"I gave that to R about 3 months ago." I said "When we changed it."
"O.K. Annette, don't worry,we'll sort it out.." They said. "They" being other managers who couldn't work out where I had gone to on wednesday.
Anyway, I didn't see D thursday or friday as thursday was her day off and friday she was working late.
R came up to me on thursday and asked me if I have a phone no.
"Yes, " I said , looking at him.
He smiled.
I knew then that he had forgotten all about my new phone no when I gave it to him.
"What about yesterday?" I asked.
"Oh, Annette, don't worry about that, it's all taken care of." He said.
So, I know now what had happened.
D had just forgotten about it and R not being there wednesday morning could not tell them where I was.
Great isn't it, when your managers forget!!!
GGGRRRRR.
No more has been said about the funeral and I will let you know what happens with the sick business. I'm sure the sickness was done in the wrong procedure, so I'll let you know how it goes.
That was o.k. but it was then that we had the bad news that Geoffs brother had died and his funeral was that wednesday (1/4) .
Now please let me explain what happens at Asda when you are off sick, even if it's for one day.
When you return to work you have what they call " A return to work" which simply means you go into an office with your manager and they ask why you were off work, did you see a doctor, is the reason you were off work,work related?
They also have this policy that if you have more than 3% of time of sick you then go for "counselling" which is exactly the same as the "Return to work" Except that everything you say is written down and you sign for it.
No-one knows who decided on this 3% or how they got to that number. You ask them till your blue in the face, but they really don't know who, what or why.
So, on Friday the 6/3 was when I rang in sick, that was the start of the two weeks off.
On Monday 8/3 I rang work again and I told them I would not be in and please give me a few days to get over this sickness.
On wednesday I rang in sick again just to tell them how I was and said I would ring them again on monday.
That was fine.
So, on Monday, 16/3 I rang in sick yet again and told them I would see my doctor, this I did. He gave me anti-biotics and said I had a virus. (!!) Yes, that is what I thought. (LOL)
On wednesday, 18/3 I rang Asda and told them I would not be in till monday, as I was so bad.
Monday, 23/3 I returned to work, with my my sick note and went to the checkouts to work.
An hour later D asked me to go to the office for my return to work.
Now, D is a new manager of the checkouts and she is fine, if a little heavy handed.
My Return to work went o.k. with the usual questions, what was wrong, did you see a doctor? those sort of questions. The only thing that bothered me was that we had another manager A with us and he was writing everything I said down. Now, I don't mind that because I have nothing to hide but it was only a return to work, not a "counselling" return to work.
That should have come later.
I explained everything to them about how I had phoned in sick on the friday and monday, seen the doctor, everything I have explained to you.
At the end of the session, she thanked me and said I could go.
I stood up and thanked her, and then I stopped.
"Should I not sign those papers?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. " said D
A passed me the papers and told me to read them and if I agree to what had been written, could I sign them. This I did.
A had made a couple of mistakes when writing it all down, which is fair enough when you are writing down what people are saying, although I did it slowly and kept stopping so he could catch up.
"Should I sign the mistakes that A had made?" I asked, knowing that the answer was yes.
"Oh yes." said D
Then she informed me that it would be going to a "disciplinary hearing"
Which is exactly the same as "return to work" and "counselling" only I have to wait for a letter to tell me when that will be held.
O.K.
Bear with me please, as I explain what happened when I went to the funeral.
As I said Barry, geoff's brother had passed away while I was off sick, so when I went to work on the monday 23/3 D was there but R was not (another manager on checkouts) as he was working afternoons.
So, I told D about the funeral,which was the next wednesday 1/4 and that was fine.
No more was said.
R came into work on the friday morning 27/3 and out of respect I told him about the funeral.
Again that was fine.
So, I worked monday, tuesday is my day off, and on wednesday we went to the funeral.
Thursday I go back to work and everybody, but everybody was asking me where I was the day before.
"I went to my brother-in-laws funeral." I said.
All went quiet and then I was told that nobody knew where I was and they had even phoned me at home. But, we had changed our phone no. and nobody had our new one.
I couldn't believe it. D had even said she did not know where I was!
"Both D and R knew where I was going " I told them.
They all looked at each other and asked about the phone no.
"I gave that to R about 3 months ago." I said "When we changed it."
"O.K. Annette, don't worry,we'll sort it out.." They said. "They" being other managers who couldn't work out where I had gone to on wednesday.
Anyway, I didn't see D thursday or friday as thursday was her day off and friday she was working late.
R came up to me on thursday and asked me if I have a phone no.
"Yes, " I said , looking at him.
He smiled.
I knew then that he had forgotten all about my new phone no when I gave it to him.
"What about yesterday?" I asked.
"Oh, Annette, don't worry about that, it's all taken care of." He said.
So, I know now what had happened.
D had just forgotten about it and R not being there wednesday morning could not tell them where I was.
Great isn't it, when your managers forget!!!
GGGRRRRR.
No more has been said about the funeral and I will let you know what happens with the sick business. I'm sure the sickness was done in the wrong procedure, so I'll let you know how it goes.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
What do you call a blonde with two brain cells?
Pregnant.
What do smart blondes and UFO's have in commom?
You always hear about them but never see them.
I offered a blonde a penny for her thoughts.......and she gave me change!
What do you call a blonde standing between two brunettes?
A mental block.
Postcard from a blonde:
"Having a lovely time. Where am I?"
A man suggests they swop positions tonight.
"That's a great idea," The wife replies. "Why don't you stand by the ironing board and I'll sit on the sofa and break wind."
A man says to his new girlfriend:
"Since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to make love to you really badly."
"Well," She replied. "You succeeded."
Why did the leprechaun wear two condoms?
To be sure, to be sure.
Pregnant.
What do smart blondes and UFO's have in commom?
You always hear about them but never see them.
I offered a blonde a penny for her thoughts.......and she gave me change!
What do you call a blonde standing between two brunettes?
A mental block.
Postcard from a blonde:
"Having a lovely time. Where am I?"
A man suggests they swop positions tonight.
"That's a great idea," The wife replies. "Why don't you stand by the ironing board and I'll sit on the sofa and break wind."
A man says to his new girlfriend:
"Since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to make love to you really badly."
"Well," She replied. "You succeeded."
Why did the leprechaun wear two condoms?
To be sure, to be sure.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Geoff and I went to a funeral today. His brother Barry passed away peacefully last friday.
Barry was 71.
Geoff has 8 brothers and sisters and like a lot of big families when they married they all went their own way and they are spread all over the country so we rarely see them. You know what it's like.
Anyway, we had a phone call last week to say that barry had been rushed into hospital as he was coughing up blood and no-one knew why.
When he arrived at the hospital they examined barry and found he had an ulcer on his liver. This had burst causing the bleeding.
They operated and that in itself was a success. However, after the operation barry was put on a life support machine because he was 'not breathing himself' as they explained to us.
We are not sure if they switched off the machine or whether barry passed away naturally.
So, today we met at Chelmsley Wood for the funeral.
It was lovely to meet them but isn't it a shame it takes a funeral to do this?
We all said the same and we passed our phone numbers around and promised to keep in touch.
I hope we do.
Barry was such a big man (6ft 3ins 22ish stone) that his coffin was actually a square box. Not the normal coffin shape you would expect. It took 6 men to carry him.
He loved Pavarotti, two of his songs were played at the service.
It was a lovely service.
Goodnight barry.
God bless.
Barry was 71.
Geoff has 8 brothers and sisters and like a lot of big families when they married they all went their own way and they are spread all over the country so we rarely see them. You know what it's like.
Anyway, we had a phone call last week to say that barry had been rushed into hospital as he was coughing up blood and no-one knew why.
When he arrived at the hospital they examined barry and found he had an ulcer on his liver. This had burst causing the bleeding.
They operated and that in itself was a success. However, after the operation barry was put on a life support machine because he was 'not breathing himself' as they explained to us.
We are not sure if they switched off the machine or whether barry passed away naturally.
So, today we met at Chelmsley Wood for the funeral.
It was lovely to meet them but isn't it a shame it takes a funeral to do this?
We all said the same and we passed our phone numbers around and promised to keep in touch.
I hope we do.
Barry was such a big man (6ft 3ins 22ish stone) that his coffin was actually a square box. Not the normal coffin shape you would expect. It took 6 men to carry him.
He loved Pavarotti, two of his songs were played at the service.
It was a lovely service.
Goodnight barry.
God bless.
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