Spread your wings and fly away

Think it may be a humid night.

I am soooo hot

Can't leave the windows open though as we have a plague of moths at the moment. we have evicted one or two but they seem to keep coming back!
Not complaining though

laying in the sun (well under the gazebo) in a short skirt and skimpy vest (not that good a sight I assure you), eyes closed, mp3 playing great music into my ears and the wind blowing gently on my skin.

bliss

Until your husband decides it would be fun to lean over and attempt to be romantic by blowing on you then it isn't so good I mean there is a time and place for that sort of thing and it isn't in the garden where the neighbours can see.

There is a smell of food cooking. Someone somewhere is having a barbecue and by the noise has invited a friend or two to join them. son asks silly question of the year "when making a cheese and pickle sandwich can you use grated cheese?"

Youngest is out playing with friends for a little while, the dogs have been fed and are catching the last rays of the day.

Going to have a glass of wine and change a few tunes on the MP3 player

On comment 9999 who will be comment 10000!

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Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.

When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day.
One day Mike says, "Joe, we both loved footy all our lives, and we played footy
on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favour,
when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's footy
there."

Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed," Mike, you've been my best
friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you.

Shortly after that, Joe passes on.

At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound
sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,

"Mike--Mike."

"Who is it? asks Mike sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

"Mike--it's me, Joe."

"You're not Joe. Joe just died."

"I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice."

"Joe! Where are you?"

"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."

"Tell me the good news first," says Mike.

"The good news," Joe says," is that there's footy in heaven.
Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too.
Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always spring time and
it never rains or snows.
And best of all, we can play footy all we want, and we never get tired."

"That's fantastic," says Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams!
So what's the bad news?

"You're in the team for Saturday."

Standing in the building society/bank, which is now part of a financial institution that operates in Spain, waiting to pay some money into my account, I remarked to my hubby busy it has become since another building society (woolwich)over the road has closed down. He said he was thinking the same, but I also said how disappointed I was becoming that we had to queue for far too long to do a simple transaction.

Now don't get me wrong, queuing is part of our culture, us brits tend to do it well, but tell me why when there are 5 service points, only two are open on a Saturday?

Why is there no one around to deal with queries so you wait longer while the stressed person behind the counter is dealing with another query that could have been dealt with elsewhere?

Why on earth do cashiers decide to sit at the counter and work if they have no intention of serving anyone?

And why oh why did it seem necessary to send someone on a tea break and not put any one else in her place when the queue is at the door?

On top of all this, for weeks now, the three cash machines inside have not worked properly. One tells hubby that he has withdrawn his full limit for today - he hasn't drawn anything out at all. One will not take cash deposits, it lets you go through all the screens before it tells you this and the third doesn't tell you how much is in your account.

35 mins of waiting in a queue before I was served. I told the woman behind the desk (again) how appalled I was with the service, she smiled and said they were short staffed. All I can say is they must be dreadful to work for then because they have been short staffed for weeks now yet there have not been any adverts for them in the local paper. Maybe they have been suffering from a lot of cutbacks as so many are nowadays but it doesn't help when you have to transfer from one account to the other.

Oh how I wish they would let me do that over the internet! Alas we cannot do that they will not let us link hubby's business account to our joint account, so it is the weekly trudge into town just to transfer the housekeeping money each week - and stand in a long queue to do so.

On a slightly happier note, a woman was in front of me in the queue. A buxom lass who obviously accentuated this with a wonderbra as the breasts wobbled like jelly under her chin each time she moved. He top cut low and tight, had to smile as you watched all the men take regular looks at her surreptitiously. There weren't many of them complaining about how long they had to wait, my own husband included, as they stood and admired from their point in the queue

A friend of ours collected the car yesterday to have a look at it this morning. this was sparked by me panicing as it was making a funny noise in Suffolk last week, though it didn't make it either on the way there or home, only as we went to and from the beach. It has only made the noise once since and that was going over a few road humps where Nig heard the noise as well so thought we had better get it checked out, which our friend did.

nothing to worry about, he had all the wheels off and checked it out, and as uaual can find nothing wrong with it, so he has just done a full service in preparationg for our holiday to Devon (bless him).

So off to town we went to look at the photos we had done a couple of weeks ago, and parted with more hard earned cash, buying various sets of them. They have come out well, though I am not too keen on any of the ones that I am in I have to admit

It is quite hot out there. I am not complaining though it is about time we had some sun, just hope that it stays for our holiday and doesn't disappear. Will go out in a minute and soak up some rays and do some stitching. for now though I need a well earned cup of tea and a biscuit