Blather, Waffle and Poppycock!

[Leman]

  I like that one!

[fsn]

Oh, well played, Mr Holmes! Well played!

[Techno]

Well....that's tomorrow a complete write off.

Very early morning do the mid week shop. (Normal)
Mid morning, go down to Doc's. (Wouldn't take too long)
Late morning/early afternoon act as 'companion' in an ambliance (sic)to take the MIL over to Haverford West Hospital for an X-Ray on her hip. Stay with MIL until it's her turn (trying not to lose my sanity.)......Then wait for the ambliance to take us home.

I may need a couple of days to recover...my brain is going to melt, being in such close proximity to 'her', for that amount of time. 

Cheers - Peed off of Wales.

[fsn]

My sympathies.

Hope it all goes well for the both of you.

As my grandmother would say "you'll get your reward in Heaven - 'cos you certainly aren't going to get it down here."

[Duke Speedy of Leighton]

Hugs

[FierceKitty]

Chuckle. My MIL can't speak a word of any language that I can. This has its uses.

[Westmarcher]

Good luck, Phil. My sympathy. I had to take my late MIL to the hospital before she went in to the home. She was deaf and so every conversation had to be at maximum volume with every other patient listening in. She also had dementia so you got the same questions over and over again - if you find yourself waiting for a long period for her turn to be X-ray'd, do as I did and just change the answers to make it more interesting!   

[Techno]

Chuckle. My MIL can't speak a word of any language that I can. This has its uses.

And she doesn't live with you, does she Alexander ?

What we've had to put up with over the last few days..........Huge amounts of truly revolting stuff....(Which she says "Oh it's so embarrassing"...Yeah right, you don't have to clean it up)....and you don't bloody care.....Phil will clean it up...... Losing SO much sleep, Von and I feel like zombies.....If that sodding alarm goes off tonight......

Davy...(Westie) .....I know that's just what's going to happen tomorrow......"I'm not deaf, you know.".....I'm taking the iPod and a tiny digital radio, so I can try and ignore her....
I'm going to get the same frigging questions OVER AND OVER again.
Change the answers ?....She doesn't sodding listen.

Cheers - Mr end of his tether.

[FierceKitty]

Thank Heavens, no. It's a day's hard drive to get there.

[paulr]

 

[Orcs]

Good luck there Phil,

Years ago when we started looking at the ancestors my Mum got quite cross with us,  "What do you want to do that for, Haven't you got anything better to do etc"  This was very strange as Mum hardly ever got cross.  Well research soon found out her older sister had been born out of wedlock around 1910.  So as Mum had just turned 80 we left well alone, to perhaps take up when she was not around to upset.
Some years later  while I was looking after them for the day (Dad was bedridden and Mum had dementia) Mum had been endless repeating things when she changed tack and suddenly I realised she was telling me all about how her Mum had got together with a man and had my Aunt.  it was very disjointed, but in the course of the next few hours I managed to coax the full story from her. it proved to be a very interesting afternoon .

[Leman]

Yes it is amazing what comes out of the closet when parents are nearing the end. It turns out that my paternal grandfather, who was a professional soldier in the Royal Garrison artillery before, during and after WWI, ended up a very unsavoury character in later civilian life and was hastened from this life courtesy his majesty's legal system.

[Westmarcher]

  As the saying goes, you can pick your friends but you can't pick your family.

My neighbour was in his eighties when he discovered by chance that he had been adopted. For some reason, he required a full birth certificate (not the extract, many people use). The local registry office couldn't help him and so he eventually had to go to the main office in Edinburgh where he was taken into a room and handed an old envelope with a wax seal which, when opened, revealed the background story to his adoption (long story but basically young woman in domestic service). Not only did Roy originally have the same middle name as me but also the same surname. Otherwise we were not related ....... as far as I currently know!

As a footnote, Roy was adopted by a well off, middle class couple (who, at the time, "could not" have any children but later on did!), where he was fully accepted as part of the family and which probably gave him the opportunity in life he might never otherwise have had, to have a very successful professional career.   

[fsn]

It turns out that my paternal grandfather, who was a professional soldier in the Royal Garrison artillery before, during and after WWI, ended up a very unsavoury character in later civilian life and was hastened from this life courtesy his majesty’s legal system.

It's funny how some families are like that. In my family tree are the man who introduced Methodism to Shetland, a man who was imprisoned for murder in Australia, and a man hanged as a pirate in the West Indies. My grandfather was in the merchant navy - torpedoed 3 times, and the other was in the Royal Navy. An uncle left the Hood just before it departed to confront the Bismark, etc, etc.

I once asked my first fiancee about the interesting members of her family. Apparently ... and this may blow your socks off gentlemen, so batten down the hatches, and strap in ... once ... are you ready for this? ... once, a great aunt got tipsy on sherry trifle.  Afterwards, I think she was expelled from the family and sent off to the colonies in disgrace.

Which is only right, really.

[Leman]

Indeed some of our histories make the  BBC programme look quite boring. Paternal grqndfather is now known in the family as bad grandad. Maternal grandfather on the other hand is known as good grandad. He joined the merchant marine before WWI and did 2 years before the mast. In 1914, on the outbreak of war he transferred to the Royal Navy as an engineer, sunk three times in total, fought at Jutland on HMS Tiger, and after the war became an engineer for London Water.  In WWII he joined Dad's Army and for part of that he was given a fire watch post......... on top of the local gas tank! 

[Westmarcher]

It's funny how some families are like that. In my family tree are the man who introduced Methodism to Shetland, a man who was imprisoned for murder in Australia, and a man hanged as a pirate in the West Indies. My grandfather was in the merchant navy - torpedoed 3 times, and the other was in the Royal Navy. An uncle left the Hood just before it departed to confront the Bismark, etc, etc.

I once asked my first fiancee about the interesting members of her family. Apparently ... and this may blow your socks off gentlemen, so batten down the hatches, and strap in ... once ... are you ready for this? ... once, a great aunt got tipsy on sherry trifle.  Afterwards, I think she was expelled from the family and sent off to the colonies in disgrace.

Which is only right, really.

@ fsn and Leman; were your grandfathers called "Albert?"

[Westmarcher]

[Leman]

Mine were Fred and Tom.

[Orcs]

As the saying goes, you can pick your friends but you can't pick your family.

My neighbour was in his eighties when he discovered by chance that he had been adopted.... [
/quote]

Very true, I was fostered at 10 months and eventually adopted by the same family. On a course many years ago we were asked to introduce ourselves and say a bit about out family, after the usual "hi I'm john and my sister is a teacher and my brother is a mechanic and similar I got up.

I said "Hi I am Mark I have a total of 16 siblings that I know about, some I have never met, Their jobs range from a Baptist minister to an armed robber to a prostitute. "  I then sat down to ensuing uproar 

[Techno]

Well...I'm back....It wasn't quite as horrendous as I'd feared..(I was imagining even worse than transpired)...Even tho' I had to get a female nurse to take 'Madam' to the loo, when we'd reached the hospital.

Thank fekk, Von had had the foresight to pack a bag with some spare 'paper pants' and a clean pair of leggings.

Von & I are like two zombies, at the mo'.

Fortunately we're ranting TO each other, rather than AT each other.

Cheers - Poop for brains.