Small actions have unexpected effects - the butterfly wings flapping here and the tree falling there thingie. This year I didn't finish getting all my Christmas cards done (and still haven't - this bloggy blog takes all my time). It is always the cards that I want to send a letter with, that get left to last - and this year anyone who lives overseas, or at a distance in Australia, missed out. But today I had coffee with a friend Ms S. from Brisbane that I haven't seen for ?eight years - she was in Sydney for a niece's engagement party and rang me. Despite being flat out with family things, she made time to meet - her reasoning being that as she didn't get a card this year, and for various reasons doesn't send them herself, it was about time she made some contact. I should add that it always Ms S. who rings me from time to time, usually as I'm rushing out the door, and despite my intention to ring back later, the evil senior moment bug deletes the intention from my memory bank. So I think she was being a bit hard on herself. We had a great catch-up of family news and probably, for the first time ever, we didn't mention any of the people we knew from when we worked together! That's a hallelujah moment, as we used to reminisce about the mean and evil, nasty ones that made our lives difficult - I guess we've moved on - at last.
It's been a social few days - yesterday I had lunch with Janette, of Knitting-on-the-Avenue, and two other knitting friends. They put me to shame with the knitting that kept emerging from their bags - it was like a magician's black hat x three - how did they do it? the bags weren't that big! - there was great discussion of fibres and patterns, their modifications to patterns and was Debbie Bliss or Kim Hargreaves the better pattern writer amongst many other topics (Janette's patterns got a big thumbs up from Ms P. - I'm ashamed to say that I have had Janette's book for quite some time and still haven't knitted the jumpers on my list). When I go out and meet with friends I realise I should do it more often - it is so stimulating and ..... stimulating! I think I had too much stimulation, as when I stopped on the way home to get some moisturiser, I got carried away and bought a BRIGHT RED lipstick! You see my lips coming about 10 seconds before the rest of me. It wasn't that bright in the shop - I'm sure they swapped the packets around (yeah, right). The woman who served me at the beauty counter was probably not much younger than me - she had the fairest, most flawless, unwrinkled skin I have ever seen on an older woman - I've been thinking/wondering about it, ever since, and today the word BOTOX suddenly jumped into my mind. I think she might have - I'll have to go back and have another look with my, now, cynical eye.
I have started knitting a baby jacket for Sue at Cherryhills - it's an Anny Blatt pattern knitted in Bambini - it's a beautiful yarn to use - soft and elastic - it's making my fingers itch to do a cardigan for the 10 year old little flea - the pattern I have in mind is in "Pipsqueaks" - one of the best knitting books I have - I've knitted so much from it and have wanted to do this cardi for some time, but have felt obliged to keep knitting up the stash and none of the yarns in the stash appeal. Guess I'll just have to let my inner knitter free and pay another visit to Cherryhills!
It has been 40deg Celsius today, and 38 yesterday. We can't water again until Sunday so the poor old tree ferns and bird's nest ferns are looking very dehydrated, but it has suddenly started to thunder and look like rain - so I'm off to get the washing in.
Happy knitting.
Friday, 12 January 2007
Tuesday, 9 January 2007
Day 9 - Lesson 1: NEVER have liquid near your computer ... Lesson 2: And if you must, only drink wine (or gin)
How well I remember scolding my grandbaby fleas for wanting to eat over the keyboard of the computer (I'd never do that, of course), and woe betide them if they even THOUGHT about taking a drink near it .... it's a bit like the old "when all else fails read the instructions" ... she who ignores her own advice very clumsily spilt a glass of water (yes, water - I must have had shaky hands from the alcohol withdrawal symptoms) over the keyboard of the computer last night. Surprisingly it didn't explode in a shower of sparks, nor was I electrocuted (oh! you already guessed).
Lesson 1: NEVER have liquid near your computer - self-explanatory.
Lesson 2: And if you must, ONLY drink wine (or gin) - I'd never be that clumsy with alcohol.
So I have spent all day today trying to fix the problem. Fortunately I had a keyboard and mouse from the old computer, but the damage had been done when I tried to use the still slightly wet one this morning. Somehow I managed to delete the password from the email account's memory and for some reason the wretched thing kept wanting it! so I couldn't access my email. From which point I proceeded to undertake a journey that even Tolkien would have admired . I made a call to Brendan at Applecare who, after some time, referred me to Microsoft - where I spoke to Bakvin who referred me to Bigpond - where I spoke to Ari who said he couldn't help with Macs - he only did PCs - and referred me to Krunal in another section, who insisted that the telephone account number I gave him was WRONG (despite our bills reaching us at that account for forty years or so) - and referred me to James in accounts who quickly fixed me up with a new password - which didn't work. So - another call to Bigpond - to Ben, this time, who said I didn't need the Mac Section (duh!) and had that naughty James told me that the new password was in CAPS (NO - or else I was so excited to think that the problem was solved that I didn't take it in ). So many, many hours, phone calls, sittings and listenings to "hold music", dial-ups and downs later, I can access my email.
It's exhausting doing all that sitting and waiting.
I have tried to load photos from the old computer, but it won't work either, so I'm thinking of changing to another blog place, but I'll tell all you assembled thousands - who hang on my every word - where it is, when I do.
I've just been looking at a genealogy DNA analysis site (www.dnatribes.com) - thinking very hard about it - I don't know enough about DNA to make an assessment of whether the claims they make are reasonable, or just a money spinner for the company. When Grandpa Flea did his family history he discovered, much to everyone's surprise, that the ancestor with aboriginal heritage had actually come to Australia from Mauritius, and was listed on the ship's manifest as a "black serving girl". It was before the time of indentured Indian labour, so we assume she came to Mauritius as a slave, or as the child of slaves, from Madagascar or the East coast of Africa (Mauritius had no indigenous population). But Grandpa Flea's father maintained that she was Indian. Would DNA analysis solve the mystery?
On my side of the family, my brother has long held the view that we have some Chinese ancestry - my mother was not impressed when I asked her about it - "it would be on your father's side!" she cried and no further discussion was allowed. Would DNA analysis solve the mystery? I often suspect that Mum knew about the convict ancestry on her side as she was very unwilling to help me when I started to look into our origins - to say that she was angry wouldn't have been too harsh. It turned out that her grandmother was the child of convicts - but by the time I had discovered this, Mum had died . These days we all regard having a convict as a badge of honour, and love to find we have some exotic racial mix in our backgrounds, but in Mum's day a convict ancestor would have been a source of great shame and having a non-white ancestor just wasn't allowed.
So much for knitting - I'm off to search the internet to see if I can hold dual citizenship - my brother is convinced that because we also have German ancestry we can apply for a German passport! Yippee! I wouldn't be an "alien" when I visit old mother England if I had an EU passport!
Happy knitting.
Lesson 1: NEVER have liquid near your computer - self-explanatory.
Lesson 2: And if you must, ONLY drink wine (or gin) - I'd never be that clumsy with alcohol.
So I have spent all day today trying to fix the problem. Fortunately I had a keyboard and mouse from the old computer, but the damage had been done when I tried to use the still slightly wet one this morning. Somehow I managed to delete the password from the email account's memory and for some reason the wretched thing kept wanting it! so I couldn't access my email. From which point I proceeded to undertake a journey that even Tolkien would have admired . I made a call to Brendan at Applecare who, after some time, referred me to Microsoft - where I spoke to Bakvin who referred me to Bigpond - where I spoke to Ari who said he couldn't help with Macs - he only did PCs - and referred me to Krunal in another section, who insisted that the telephone account number I gave him was WRONG (despite our bills reaching us at that account for forty years or so) - and referred me to James in accounts who quickly fixed me up with a new password - which didn't work. So - another call to Bigpond - to Ben, this time, who said I didn't need the Mac Section (duh!) and had that naughty James told me that the new password was in CAPS (NO - or else I was so excited to think that the problem was solved that I didn't take it in ). So many, many hours, phone calls, sittings and listenings to "hold music", dial-ups and downs later, I can access my email.
It's exhausting doing all that sitting and waiting.
I have tried to load photos from the old computer, but it won't work either, so I'm thinking of changing to another blog place, but I'll tell all you assembled thousands - who hang on my every word - where it is, when I do.
I've just been looking at a genealogy DNA analysis site (www.dnatribes.com) - thinking very hard about it - I don't know enough about DNA to make an assessment of whether the claims they make are reasonable, or just a money spinner for the company. When Grandpa Flea did his family history he discovered, much to everyone's surprise, that the ancestor with aboriginal heritage had actually come to Australia from Mauritius, and was listed on the ship's manifest as a "black serving girl". It was before the time of indentured Indian labour, so we assume she came to Mauritius as a slave, or as the child of slaves, from Madagascar or the East coast of Africa (Mauritius had no indigenous population). But Grandpa Flea's father maintained that she was Indian. Would DNA analysis solve the mystery?
On my side of the family, my brother has long held the view that we have some Chinese ancestry - my mother was not impressed when I asked her about it - "it would be on your father's side!" she cried and no further discussion was allowed. Would DNA analysis solve the mystery? I often suspect that Mum knew about the convict ancestry on her side as she was very unwilling to help me when I started to look into our origins - to say that she was angry wouldn't have been too harsh. It turned out that her grandmother was the child of convicts - but by the time I had discovered this, Mum had died . These days we all regard having a convict as a badge of honour, and love to find we have some exotic racial mix in our backgrounds, but in Mum's day a convict ancestor would have been a source of great shame and having a non-white ancestor just wasn't allowed.
So much for knitting - I'm off to search the internet to see if I can hold dual citizenship - my brother is convinced that because we also have German ancestry we can apply for a German passport! Yippee! I wouldn't be an "alien" when I visit old mother England if I had an EU passport!
Happy knitting.
Monday, 8 January 2007
Day 8 - I'm laughing
Roxie always makes me laugh! - even when I feel blah - less blah than yesterday. We did see kangaroos on a golf course recently (as we were driving by, not chasing a funny little ball with dimples around) but we have none in our neighbouhood; we do have flying foxes in the neighbour's huge mulberry tree when it's fruiting and they crap all over the car and the washing when I leave it on the line overnight; yesterday when I was watering the same neighbour's plants (NOT the said muberry tree) I saw an enormous fat blue tongue lizard - I swear it was 2 feet long - maybe more - maybe as big as that fish that got away - I didn't know they grew that big. We haven't seen them around for years (as the neighbourhood has become more populated and there have been more cats around). We do currently have a possum living between the ceiling of the bathroom and the floor of the bedroom above - although I swear it moves into the wall cavity some days. We hear it scratching itself. I think it has a baby. The other night we had two mothers with babies on their backs prowling around the house (outside, thank you). And yesterday I had a noisy miner (bird) wander into the house off the deck, crap on the dining room chair then proceed to get agitated because it couldn't fly through the glass windows. Eventually I was able to shepherd it out. But the really big wildlife news of the neighbouhood is that two echidnas have been spotted wandering around - once in my yard (while my neighbour was watering MY garden - damn); once at that neighbour's and once by other neighbours - I'm the only person who hasn't seen them. We have lived here for forty years and this is the first time that they have been seen - maybe it suggests that the termites are increasing - most houses have had some problems with them. We also have rainbow lorikeets, sulphur crested cockatoos, eastern rosellas, crimson rosellas, very occasional black cockatoos and today I saw five gang-gangs (another type of cockatoo - very pretty with grey tipped black feathers and some brilliant red markings) do a fly by in formation while I was having my breakfast on the deck. We usually only see gang gangs when there is a drought - which there is at present and has been for a long time.
It's past my lunch time - I shall leave you in suspense about Baby Flea and her Dada.
It's past my lunch time - I shall leave you in suspense about Baby Flea and her Dada.
Sunday, 7 January 2007
Day 7 - Little Flea
Yesterday we babysat the littlest Flea (4) while her Mama and Dadda had a very upmarket lunch to celebrate Dadda's birthday - ?52. I can never remember ages - not even my own children's. (That apostrophe nearly got me). They arrived home with a computer - a PC, so once they have it up and running I might be able to post photos from there. Apparently OSX is a known "issue" to Blogspot. In the meantime I'll try on our old computer which has an earlier operating system but in all respects is a very sick girl.
I have now finished 3 more baby jumpers for Africa and started a fourth, but will have to give some time to Eloise before I can indulge myself with the little projects in the Knitting Calendar.
The weather in Sydney is crazy at present - yesterday it was blistering hot and the forecast was for more of the same today, but it is overcast and very mild. Usually our summers have days of hot weather followed by a cool change for a few days then hot again. This year we have been having very hot and very cold (relatively of course) - we've even had several nights where it was cold enough to put a heater on!
This is a blah entry - I have been feeling very blah with nothing to say for a few days now , so am signing off to do some blah housework - it might perk me up a bit. Or maybe I should indulge myself by starting a new knitting project. Do stop by again - I'm not always like this!.
Happy knitting.
PS - Lucia - I love your blog
I have now finished 3 more baby jumpers for Africa and started a fourth, but will have to give some time to Eloise before I can indulge myself with the little projects in the Knitting Calendar.
The weather in Sydney is crazy at present - yesterday it was blistering hot and the forecast was for more of the same today, but it is overcast and very mild. Usually our summers have days of hot weather followed by a cool change for a few days then hot again. This year we have been having very hot and very cold (relatively of course) - we've even had several nights where it was cold enough to put a heater on!
This is a blah entry - I have been feeling very blah with nothing to say for a few days now , so am signing off to do some blah housework - it might perk me up a bit. Or maybe I should indulge myself by starting a new knitting project. Do stop by again - I'm not always like this!.
Happy knitting.
PS - Lucia - I love your blog
Thursday, 4 January 2007
Day 4 - Life as I knew it ...
Well, Janette was not joking when she said that my life would never be the same again - these blog things take up so much time frustration - (1) I can't load photos - a common problem according to the "Help Group". (2) It takes hours to browse around other peoples' blogs (because I don't have broadband yet) and (3) updating each day is time comsuming. Even worse is that I like writing the wretched thing! Perhaps I'll change to an "author only read" blog and just use it as a diary. But that still doesn't solve 1,2 or 3!
Thank you for your postcard Janette - the holiday sounds really good. And thank you Shelley for stopping by - I'd love to visit New Foundland one day - it's on my (long) list of places to go.
My "incentive list" has done nothing to curb my eating - I nearly called it the "humiliation list" as it is meant to go down, not up! I thought that logging my progress publicly might help my motivation, but guess what - it hasn't worked. Still, tomorrow is another day ... so long as it's not like today with a very long lunch with friends who cooked all sorts of yummy things including hand-made chocolates (and we all know it's rude to refuse to try things, don't we?)
Yesterday I managed to buy some more acrylic for the baby jumpers for Africa and finished the one on the needles. I think they'll be a constant companion this year. They are good mindless knitting for in the car etc. I've also done a few more squares for a blanket in Caressa yarn that I started in a vain attempt to make my stash look smaller. It's also mindless. Eloise is still bubbling along - I've nearly finished the second front and still have two sleeves to do. It won't take long. By the time it's finished I might be able to put photos up - blogs without photos are not much fun. I still haven't located the angora for the calendar scarf but might be able to do some of the loop stitch floral pins with the yarn that is findable.
Happy knitting.
Thank you for your postcard Janette - the holiday sounds really good. And thank you Shelley for stopping by - I'd love to visit New Foundland one day - it's on my (long) list of places to go.
My "incentive list" has done nothing to curb my eating - I nearly called it the "humiliation list" as it is meant to go down, not up! I thought that logging my progress publicly might help my motivation, but guess what - it hasn't worked. Still, tomorrow is another day ... so long as it's not like today with a very long lunch with friends who cooked all sorts of yummy things including hand-made chocolates (and we all know it's rude to refuse to try things, don't we?)
Yesterday I managed to buy some more acrylic for the baby jumpers for Africa and finished the one on the needles. I think they'll be a constant companion this year. They are good mindless knitting for in the car etc. I've also done a few more squares for a blanket in Caressa yarn that I started in a vain attempt to make my stash look smaller. It's also mindless. Eloise is still bubbling along - I've nearly finished the second front and still have two sleeves to do. It won't take long. By the time it's finished I might be able to put photos up - blogs without photos are not much fun. I still haven't located the angora for the calendar scarf but might be able to do some of the loop stitch floral pins with the yarn that is findable.
Happy knitting.
Tuesday, 2 January 2007
Day Two - Local Yarn Store (unabashed plug)
After an hour at the gym, trying to undo a month's solid eating before I see the dietician again, I called in to see Sue at my LYS. I worked there at one time and still spend a few hours there each week, yarning! and drinking coffee.
I wanted to show her my "2007 Calendar, Knitting -All New Knits by Paulette Lane & Friends". It's really nifty. If you haven't seen it, it's half price at Borders and Myer (Australia) at the moment and it is fun. A small (??) project for each day of the year and the box opens up to a page per day and is supported at an angle by it's lid - in front of me now as I type. (It also has blank calendar pages to record important dates - in my case BIRTHDAYS - I still owe Flea No. 3 (birthday September) and her partner (birthday October) part of their birthday presents.) The smaller projects will be handy as I knit for a fund-raising group which raises money for the local youth outreach centre. It's a thankless task in many ways as often people won't pay a price that even covers the cost of the raw materials. Fortunately we get a lot of yarn donated - quite often in the form of half-knitted jumpers that ?cats have been sleeping on!! -I've given up trying to use those and dip into my stash. Last year Sue of LYS fame gave me two large garbage bags of quality, novelty yarns that one of the reps didn't need anymore - I was tempted to empty them into the bath and roll in them! but discretion prevailed.
I'm already planning to knit the Day 1 project, a ruffled scarf, but need to disgorge the contents of the cupboard under the house where most of my stash is hiding while we're "open for inspection" so I can find the angora that I bought in a moment of madness on a holiday in Tasmania about 5 years ago. With a bit of luck the moths won't have found it.
For those of you who live in Sydney, my LYS is called "Cherryhills". It's at Pennant Hills - located next to Vital Health Gym (not the one I go to) in a little arcade that runs between Pennant Hills Road and the carpark behind. Strangely enough its address is Shop 6, The Arcade, Pennant Hills. Phone & Fax (02) 9484 0212. It is a great shop with heaps of imported yarns as well as the usual suspects. I have to admit to a lot of self-interest here - unless we patronise our local stores, they will close - we've already had one close in my suburb and another close a few suburbs away. And Lyncraft, another chain of craft stores that used to be in the local malls has also turned up its toes. For me, going to a yarn store is like visiting a book store - I love to see the colours, feel the textures (smell the new pages in bookshops) and spend hours browsing even if I don't intend to buy. The internet can never replace that.
We're off to the movies tonight to see "A Prairie Homecoming" or some name like that and because it doesn't start until 9.15 in a suburb quite a distance from here, we are having a rare treat of a meal out. We know that if we eat here we won't feel like going out - I'll have to remember that trick for future use! When Grandpa Flea retired about 5 years ago we intended to go to the movies once a week - but we can count our actual movie experiences on the fingers of one hand! (videos/DVDs don't count - in any case we'd only need half a hand for those).
Happy knitting.
I wanted to show her my "2007 Calendar, Knitting -All New Knits by Paulette Lane & Friends". It's really nifty. If you haven't seen it, it's half price at Borders and Myer (Australia) at the moment and it is fun. A small (??) project for each day of the year and the box opens up to a page per day and is supported at an angle by it's lid - in front of me now as I type. (It also has blank calendar pages to record important dates - in my case BIRTHDAYS - I still owe Flea No. 3 (birthday September) and her partner (birthday October) part of their birthday presents.) The smaller projects will be handy as I knit for a fund-raising group which raises money for the local youth outreach centre. It's a thankless task in many ways as often people won't pay a price that even covers the cost of the raw materials. Fortunately we get a lot of yarn donated - quite often in the form of half-knitted jumpers that ?cats have been sleeping on!! -I've given up trying to use those and dip into my stash. Last year Sue of LYS fame gave me two large garbage bags of quality, novelty yarns that one of the reps didn't need anymore - I was tempted to empty them into the bath and roll in them! but discretion prevailed.
I'm already planning to knit the Day 1 project, a ruffled scarf, but need to disgorge the contents of the cupboard under the house where most of my stash is hiding while we're "open for inspection" so I can find the angora that I bought in a moment of madness on a holiday in Tasmania about 5 years ago. With a bit of luck the moths won't have found it.
For those of you who live in Sydney, my LYS is called "Cherryhills". It's at Pennant Hills - located next to Vital Health Gym (not the one I go to) in a little arcade that runs between Pennant Hills Road and the carpark behind. Strangely enough its address is Shop 6, The Arcade, Pennant Hills. Phone & Fax (02) 9484 0212. It is a great shop with heaps of imported yarns as well as the usual suspects. I have to admit to a lot of self-interest here - unless we patronise our local stores, they will close - we've already had one close in my suburb and another close a few suburbs away. And Lyncraft, another chain of craft stores that used to be in the local malls has also turned up its toes. For me, going to a yarn store is like visiting a book store - I love to see the colours, feel the textures (smell the new pages in bookshops) and spend hours browsing even if I don't intend to buy. The internet can never replace that.
We're off to the movies tonight to see "A Prairie Homecoming" or some name like that and because it doesn't start until 9.15 in a suburb quite a distance from here, we are having a rare treat of a meal out. We know that if we eat here we won't feel like going out - I'll have to remember that trick for future use! When Grandpa Flea retired about 5 years ago we intended to go to the movies once a week - but we can count our actual movie experiences on the fingers of one hand! (videos/DVDs don't count - in any case we'd only need half a hand for those).
Happy knitting.
Monday, 1 January 2007
Day One of the New Year
... and I hope it is a happy one for you. I am not making any New Year's resolutions this year because I ALWAYS break them. We had a quiet New Year's Eve and are following the same pattern for today - other than a potential buyer for our house arriving with ten minutes notice - the very day I hadn't made the beds, done the dishes from the night before etc etc. - you've never seen anyone move so fast!
I have just tried to post a photo, but that seems to be a problem - maybe because I have a Mac. Does anyone out there have an answer? I've looked at the" Help" section but it seems to suggest I need a Google toolbar which is not compatible with a Mac. I'll keep fiddling with it.
I did quite a lot of knitting on Eloise last night, and just a little frogging - mainly because I was watching "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" and forgot to stop the ribbing and change to reverse stocking stitch; ditto with the first buttonhole. I still like to watch my knitting and only look at the TV at critical moments. Grandpa Flea is well trained and gives me a running commentary to alert me to things that I need to know eg "he just slipped poison in her drink".
Roxie, your comment made me laugh - what does a 62 year old's blog look like? It reminded me of a Michael Parkinson interview with Sally Field - when he said she didn't look her age - she replied "well, that's what 50 looks like these days"! How true. I guess if you're not an Aussie you're not familiar with the Ginger Meggs comics (rather old fashioned these days). Ginger's mother was a large round woman, rather busty but shapeless with it and always wearing an apron - so like my grandmother that the artist could have used her as a model. But that was how grandmothers looked then (some of us still do!) - largish and shapeless or rather thin and angular. At least that what my memories are. Grannies (who crack the glass ceiling) these days seem to run corporations and wear designer suits. And if we can believe the TV ads (ha ha), after they have moved into a retirement village, they also ride Harley Davidsons and have romantic liaisons on the beach at sunset, champagne flute in hand. Aah - QUICK, I hear you say - book me into the nearest retirement village - NOW!
I can't believe I'm normal - although you did say "might be" - my entire world view will have to be reoriented if I accept that premise. Thank you for your faith in me - but just remember the old one about "all the world is queer 'cept me and thee"...
I'll spend the next few hours pretending that I'm normal and see if it feels comfortable!
Happy New Year.
I have just tried to post a photo, but that seems to be a problem - maybe because I have a Mac. Does anyone out there have an answer? I've looked at the" Help" section but it seems to suggest I need a Google toolbar which is not compatible with a Mac. I'll keep fiddling with it.
I did quite a lot of knitting on Eloise last night, and just a little frogging - mainly because I was watching "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" and forgot to stop the ribbing and change to reverse stocking stitch; ditto with the first buttonhole. I still like to watch my knitting and only look at the TV at critical moments. Grandpa Flea is well trained and gives me a running commentary to alert me to things that I need to know eg "he just slipped poison in her drink".
Roxie, your comment made me laugh - what does a 62 year old's blog look like? It reminded me of a Michael Parkinson interview with Sally Field - when he said she didn't look her age - she replied "well, that's what 50 looks like these days"! How true. I guess if you're not an Aussie you're not familiar with the Ginger Meggs comics (rather old fashioned these days). Ginger's mother was a large round woman, rather busty but shapeless with it and always wearing an apron - so like my grandmother that the artist could have used her as a model. But that was how grandmothers looked then (some of us still do!) - largish and shapeless or rather thin and angular. At least that what my memories are. Grannies (who crack the glass ceiling) these days seem to run corporations and wear designer suits. And if we can believe the TV ads (ha ha), after they have moved into a retirement village, they also ride Harley Davidsons and have romantic liaisons on the beach at sunset, champagne flute in hand. Aah - QUICK, I hear you say - book me into the nearest retirement village - NOW!
I can't believe I'm normal - although you did say "might be" - my entire world view will have to be reoriented if I accept that premise. Thank you for your faith in me - but just remember the old one about "all the world is queer 'cept me and thee"...
I'll spend the next few hours pretending that I'm normal and see if it feels comfortable!
Happy New Year.
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