Monday, April 29, 2013

Bad news.

Dave has been dismissed from Lollipop Man job.

He swear and make rude gestures with his pole at cow in 4x4 vehicle because she don't stop when he step out into road.

She has been reporting him to council offices and also her husband has important job in these offices so he gets poor Dave the sacking. He have to hand in his lollipop plus also his glowing jacket and waterproof hat.

I say to Dave - You take these buggers to the industrial tribunal for the unfairness of dismissal. But Dave he says - Oh I cannot be going through all of that, again (you remember, Georgie of Dave's unfortunate experience with school governors?).

This is sad because Dave now just sits in house and watches the 'Judge Judy' and the 'Jeremy Kyle' shows and other daytime crap television (although I also watch Judge Judy because of the information on legal matters which it is providing)

But this is not good for him.

Also he does not wish to accompany me to pub in evening because he say people are pointing and saying - Look, there is man who is fired from lollipopping.

This is very nice photo of Mary which you post here. But you are not on picture. Perhaps you are one taking photo? Are you on ship bound for overseas duty perhaps?  But why do you not fly since you are in Air Force?

My examinations begin next week. I am so bunged up with stuff I been revising I feel like I got constipation of the mind.

Soon though I will get relief.

And then we meet, eh?

Quivering,I am, with anticipation of such meeting.

Your Anna

Friday, April 26, 2013

Mary





Thursday, April 25, 2013

By the way

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Did you read that comment from Mr Adams, Anna?
His grammar school sounds dead posh, doesn't it?
But Hey - look here...my alma mater was founded in 1588 - the year of the Spanish Armada - the teaching methods dated from that time, too - and the discipline (3 bad marks and you were keel-hauled)

Thinking

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You know, Anna, I was thinking while I was sitting on the lavatory this morning:

 Suppose you are in an aeroplane, travelling at 300mph, and you get up to go to the lavatory. While you are walking up to the front of the plane are you actually travelling a little faster than 300mph (plane speed + walking speed)? 
Conversley, if the toillets are at the rear of the plane will you be travelling just that bit slower than the aircraft (plane speed minus walking speed)?

I went to see a Maxillofacial surgeon yesterday. I don't know if I told you or not, but I had this slight burning sensation on my tongue. I thought the dentist had done it with her drill but she said it could be 'Burning Mouth Syndrome' and sent me to see this guy

I was a bit worried, sitting there for the best part of an hour before I got in to see him. But he had quite a sense of humour. He asked a load of questions, examined my mouth and said: We surgeons are not very intelligent - if we see something we cut it out, and if we can't see anything we don't do anything.

What he was saying was that he could not see any lumps or bumps that might be suggestive of cancer. He thought that it might be that a blood vessel was touching on a nerve going from tongue to brain, and producing this slight sensation of burning. He said if I was really worried I could have a scan but he didn't think it was necessary.

I was relieved. I said: No, I'm happy to go along with your opinion, pal. (except I didn't call him pal).

Hospitals unnerve me. I mean I know they're essential and  all that, but when I walk down that long corridor with all the different clinics off it, I think what a horrible variety of illnesses lie in wait for people. 

You walk into a hospital and you come out with something you didn't have when you walked in.You now have a label. A 'condition'. You are now a patient.

You might think that's an eccentric way of looking at it... but remember, I am eccentric.

Thanks for you comments, Anna. You don't know how much your straightforward approach helps to balance my 'philosopher's temperament'. (Mind you, I wouldn't be without it!)

I am going to see if I can scan a photo of Mary to upload on here - next time.

Don't work too hard

George

Monday, April 22, 2013

Well Georgie, I do not know what to say except am sorry you are having the old troubles again. Perhaps a bit of the tenderness and loving care such as myself can give you will help. I do not wish to make trivial the illness of which you suffer and for this perhaps you also need pills, but also a little bit of the TLC would not do harm, eh?

I am hoping this is joke about psychiatrist nurse person visiting. Tell me this is so?

I am sorry Mary died. (you English call this 'passing away'??) You have told me about how you have romance (for short time) in Air Force and you meet again later on the internet when she has become ill.
 But better she no longer suffers.

I would like to see photo if it is in younger days, and do you also appear on such photo?

Soon is my examination time. And after that we meet. Yes? So be getting yourself better, for I have plans for you (smiley face indicating cheeky joke).

Your Anna

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Things always look better in the morning?

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Not so good tonight, Anna -  bit of the old trouble.

Still, they say things always look better in the morning -
apart from a sunset, of course. (yes, I know, I've said that before... but I'm running out of things to say, so excuse me this time).

Anyway, I'm off to bed.

Don't forget to give yourself some periods of rest from the old revision - gives it time to sink in.

'till we meet again

George



Friday, April 19, 2013

Air Force Days

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If you don't swing that arm, laddie, I'll rip it off and beat you to death with the soggy end.

He had a way with words, did our corporal Villiers. Well, you had to have if you were a drill instructor at RAF West Kirby.

What was I doing there? Pounding the square for 8 weeks during my basic training... hence the term 'square bashing'. We were run around from morning until night - or, to use the vernacular 'From arsehole to breakfast time'.

But I wouldn't have missed my time in the Air Force, not for anything. And not just because it was where I met Mary. I had a great time -mostly - and I didn't know how lucky I was.

I met Mary at a place called RAF Haydock. Summer. And what a summer: nights out in Southport - six of us (3 airmen, 3 WRAF) in Jimmy Calthorpe's car. A bit cramped but all the better for that.

Memories: Seco 3...D Watch...Tech Office...the NAAFI...the WRAF bloc...the Section...the Cookhouse...the Tennis Team...the Wagon and Horses...the British Legion...those walks down Haydock Land - and endless sunshine.

The camp has long since gone; it was bulldozed to the ground to make way for a housing estate. 

Would you like to see a photo of Mary? If you would, Anna, I will include one in my next post.

I know you will be busy now that the exams loom large.

Write when you can.

Yours as always

George

Monday, April 15, 2013

April Showers

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Well, Anna, there have been no showers today and I have been for a ride on my bicycle. Not far, because I am having to start from scratch, so to speak. Someone has kindly given me a bike (I told you my other had been stolen?) and it was good to be back in the saddle today.

Also I think - no I am sure - the exercise will be good for me. I felt so much better when I returned this afternoon. I will keep you posted as to my progress. (once upon a time I could ride 100 miles in a day)

I have been doing some writing and perhaps will post on the blog. Some of it is pretty serious stuff... but here is one that isn't.



The Community Psychiatric Nurse

The CPN came round
Again –
She’s more depressed than me
I let her cry on my shoulder
Then made her a cup of tea.

“It’s all these bleedin’ cutbacks”
She said, between her sobs,
“They’re makin’ us redundant –
We’re going to lose our jobs”

“There, there,” I said,
“Don’t fret yourself –
Come and fret me instead”
So she did - and an afternoon’s fretting
Has certainly cleared my head.

Did I tell you that my friend Mary had died? A bit of a shock that was.
Where do you think we go when we die, Anna?

Do we go anywhere?
Or are we just a bunch of carbon atoms, arranged in a particular pattern, and when we die the pattern breaks down but the carbon atoms go on to form someone (or something) else?

A bit of a bleak outlook? Not necessarily. Depends how you look at it. I look at it a lot.

It would be nice, though, to think that we did carry on... somewhere, wouldn't it.

Anyway, I am off to my truckle bed - I am pleasantly tired after that bike ride.

Hope the studying is going well.

Your George

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Now then, Georgie. I know you have been having the trying time over past weeks and why would I not know since I have been sharing some of the trying times with you - is that not so?

But you really need to get oneself back because I am studying or what you call revising for my examinations which will start in the month of June, but can find time to write this to you to encourage you to be pulling out the finger.

Before bedtime I am making self a mug of the Horlicks malted drink which is supposed to relax and prepare for sleep and suggesting you do same instead of imbibing alcohol which is not good before going to bed unless one has something else in mind other than sleep. If you are getting my drift.

Anyway, time for bed has arrived since it is being just beyond eleven o clock of the evening.

Dave is gone to visit sister which live in place near to Birmingham which is called Wolverhampton, so I am enjoying house all to oneself, but does not bother me being all alone in house because Dave have parrot (have I before told you this?) who is very chatty and so keep my company very well.

So it is goodnight and please remember what I am telling you above.

Your Anna