No Sense Of Adventure

Can't imagine why Camilla isn't keen! (Photo by

Can’t imagine why Camilla isn’t keen! (Photo by

5 January 2015

S – well I made it in at 0820 – yeh me. Children caught the bus. Jamie still not done all homework even though I have nagged all holiday. Happy New Year!!!

C – well done you. I seem to have piles of files on my desk and I don’t know where the lady I work with is today; no sign of her yet and it is gone nine. George has arrived home, his mood is sombre. He thought he had a job offer but it has fallen through. He does not go back until 5 February; God knows why because we have had to pay the bloody rent again for January because his finance does not get paid ’till 2 February. It’s so long since I logged into my PC I can’t remember my password!

S – 5 February – my God that is another month and all that rent!! Very quiet here.

C – did I tell you Toby has some plan to go away next weekend; according to him we need thinking time, Why? I have no money to spend on hotel and dinner.

S – where are you supposed to be going and what is the thinking time for?

C – God knows. I have to choose the venue. He did mention going away in the campervan – I was not amused. I can think at home; don’t need to spend money to think. He is obviously planning a trip away on his own and wants to soften the blow by taking me away. I do not need the hassle; just go.

S – what campervan – did not know you had one?

C – OMG have you not seen the heap of rust parked outside the flat. I can’t believe it has an MOT. It belongs to a friend of Toby’s but he does not have parking for it, so we have it rusting outside of our place. In return Toby gets to use it when he goes sailing away from home and needs accommodation. It was the campervan that George was driving in London when he got done for speeding and for the congestion charge!

S – have not seen it – and you don’t fancy a weekend of passion in the back of it – tut, tut – where is your sense of adventure???

C – gone, along with my good looks, and high spirits – a dim and distant memory!


Some Of Our Favourites


22 July 2014

S – the Don Charisma Blog has some great quotes, here are a few of our favourites:

The man who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the man doing it.
— Chinese Proverb

If the facts don’t fit the theory, change the facts.
— Albert Einstein

Never give up. If you want to be something, be conceited about it. Give yourself a chance. Never say that you are not good for that will never get you anywhere. Set high goals. That is what life is all about.
— Mike McLaren

A fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject.
— Sir Winston Churchill

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
– Mark Twain

The individual activity of one man with a backbone will do more than a thousand men with a mere wish bone.
– William Boetcke

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience, trial, and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.
— Helen Keller

Your belief determines your action and your action determines your results, but first you have to believe.
– Mark Victor Hansen

Predictive Text Causing Problems



9 July 2014

C – I’m so hot – is it just me?

S – no, it is boiling in this office but luckily I have may fan the size of a small tyre. I am “hot flushing” like mad – do not know what I would do without it.

C – thank God no menopause for me yet! I am at my usual clean for today. All is quiet re the pending holiday to France, thank goodness. I am fitting in extra cleans today because of going to Hartpury on Thursday, when the school is closed due to the strike. It will be nose to the grindstone until about three and I feel exhausted already. Thank goodness I have my trusty digital radio – it is Woman’s Hour at the moment and they are discussing the benefits of competing in a Triathlon – are there any, I ask?

C – well, there are the fitness and weight loss benefits Camilla!

S – I suppose there are those to consider but I do not think it is for me. By the way, Harry Potter is going grey and has a drink problem – hooray!!

S – is this in real life or in some book I have not heard of?

C – in the new book – it was being discussed on the news this morning. Does that J K Rowling not have enough money – why does she not just take it easy, have a good time or buy a Caribbean island with all that dosh? I am at the usual clean and the lady of the house seems to have given up writing notes for me. However, there is a huge pile of ironing – what is she spending that extra day off work each week she now has doing, I wonder. How are things in your neck of the woods and how is our friend Mr S?

S – no sign of Mr S and office fairly quiet.

C – just arrived at third clean and no sign of the people. They must have forgotten I was cleaning today instead of Thursday and shoved off out for the day – bugger.

S – do you not have a key to the house?

C – they don’t like to give me one – silly old farts.

S – oh bigger!

C – I see you are having “predictive text” problems like me. The other day I texted Crystal and instead of writing “full up” it did “fuck off” – very embarrassing don’t you think?

10 July 2014

S – I am now officially a scab as I have crossed the picket line. Michael used to be a member of the Transport and General Workers Union, when he was lorry driving, and he was not amused that I am working today. My sister’s day centre is open today – no one is stirking there – how could I take a day off when they are all working hard? Have you arrived at Hartpury yet? Hope you have a good time and a small rest from the daily grind.

C – oh dear, crossing a picket line – not good. Have not arrived yet; just at services. I have eaten a Full English Breakfast and now feel a bit sick.

Things Do Not Always Run Smoothly!

20 May 2014

S – we have been very silent yet again. It can be hard to find the time to publish posts when things are not running smoothly. Not that there are any real dramas, just the usual hiccups of family life that keep you from indulging in a hobby or pastime.

My husband has had his second operation in the last five months, with a third one on the horizon. We both have children approaching GCSEs next year – things are stepping up a notch at school and this is proving very demanding for us both! I think it will be a few days before we are back to normal – nothing quite prepares one for parenthood – so amazing one minute and so terrifying the next! George is having a great time in the antipodes but keeping Camilla on her toes – his Facebook page makes interesting viewing!

Around £900.00 Per Week Seems To Be The Going Rate!

There must be some gin in there somewhere!

There must be some gin in there somewhere!

16 April 2014


S – I am afraid we have been very silent for the past week or so. Things seem to have “got on top of” both of us. Toby has fifty or so more sheep starting to lamb, after a break (and some respite for Camilla) of about two weeks. I, on the other hand, have been preoccupied with a very dear friend and husband of my parents. They are very elderly (90 plus), have no next of kin, being childless, and have both been admitted into hospital in the last week. I am unable to refuse to help and have been travelling to Bournemouth once or twice a week to see them and trying to arrange some sort or care upon discharge from hospital. Camilla has been very supportive and has accompanied me a couple of times on this “errand of mercy”. The husband is extremely ill and, I feel, unlikely to come out of hospital. Well, enough of old age. Camilla and I have agreed to keep drinking the gin and wine and try to avoid any prospect of a nursing home at £911.00 per week, which seems to be the going rate!

Upon switching on the TV this evening, after my conversations with hospital Social Services and numerous care homes which all seem to be full, I was greeted with the devastating news of the sinking ferry off South Korea. Why are Camilla and I stressing so much over our children and their GCSE results? All we need to worry about is that they are alive and well. On this very sad note I will finish with no answer to the question – where is God at these times? Camilla is a firm non-believer whilst I hang on to my belief in a better place to the world we live in.

All a bit deep for Sheshe and Camilla but we find ourselves not being very “amusing and diverting” at the moment.

He Is Rodding The Drain

2 April 2014

S – am fed up already. Got soaked walking to work. The heavens opened. Shoes and socks are now on the radiator at work and I am sitting here in wet trousers. Could not take them off – would not want to inflict that on anyone!

C – oh damn, was Michael not around to take you in? Just off to viewing in Osmington with a lovely couple who have a large flat in London to sell, so pots of money there.

S – no, he is rodding the drain! I now have the dreadful cold the rest of the family have. Throat very sore, can hardly swallow anyway so being on baby food not a problem! I have only just got over the last virus.

C – Toby has it so I made him sleep in George’s room – I have not got time for a cold?

S – Toby will be fine in George’s little room.

C – have you heard they are having a gathering to celebrate opening the new office next week and are offering to buy us all dinner afterwards. Are you up for that, as I have to let them know and I do not want to go on my own?

S – yes, don’t often get the offer of a free dinner. What time?

C – 1830 at the office. Are you dry yet?

S – yes, all dried out and socks and shoes back on. 1830 will be fine; I will pick you up just before six. How is George getting along in New Zealand?

C – he is having a great time and is flying to Sydney in a couple of days. However, I have had a tenancy agreement through for his uni accommodation along with a bill for £500 (he organised it before he left). Bit of a struggle to find that, especially as we won’t see any money from the lambs for some time. Every Friday morning I get an alarm message from my bank giving me details of my balance – I am afraid all it ever does is fill me with alarm!

S – better to know the bad news each week than to wait for that bank statement to arrive!

Thanks Crystal

18 March 2014

Thank you Crystal for sending us this. We are both under pressure at the moment and struggling with putting any posts together. Hope it makes you laugh.

A Woman’s Poem

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who’s not a creep.
One who’s handsome, smart and strong,
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand,
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen,
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other,
And relish visits from my mother.

A Man’s Poem

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big tits who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.