Is There No Bloody End To It.

HI,

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So Monday has arrived and I would very much like to tell you that we spent the weekend clearing the muck and dust out of the living room.

I would have liked to follow that excellent sentence with the happy news that we are now downstairs, back in a proper, tidy. newly painted living room, but we are not!

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During the weekend of heavy rain, I walked into the room to work out where to begin the clearing up and was puzzled to see a trail of water running across the wooden floor.

This was coming from the big window, which was covered in pools of water.

Further examination revealed similar puddles, but of varying sizes, over some of the other new paintwork.

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And in another room also, but thankfully, very much smaller puddles.

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Do you know, I could have stood there and cried.

How much more of this can I take without murdering someone.

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Sudden Good Idea Strikes.

In America, in places with the Death Penalty, and a Death Row population, why don’t they allow us to book a slot to murder one of them when we get to the end of our tether.

Thereby stopping another crime happening and also saving the state time and money, also making the last act of serial killers and suchlike, a useful one.

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But no, it is a bad idea.

It is not green to travel such long distances by air nowadays!!

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Oh yes, did you read the squib in The Times about a poor guy called Matthew Roberts.

He is 41 and he was adopted as a baby.

As an adult he decided to find out about his real parents.

He found his birth mother, who then disclosed that she had been raped during a drug orgy in 1967.

By Charles Manson.

This took place about two years before the Family carried out the nine murders for which they were eventually arrested.

How awful.

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So alcohol will have to remain my panacea for all such excessive stress.

Why don’t they give me it on prescription, as I never take any of their dubious pills and potions if I can aviod it, given some of the side effects of some modern medicines.

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These days you need to take more pills to deal with the effects of your first pills….and so on….ad infinitum

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So, I digressed yet again in the hinterland of my lurid thought processes.

Big H rang the painter, who had switched off his mobile phone, and then left a message on his house phone.

Well, it was a Sunday morning after all.

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But we still have not heard a peep.

I hope that we do, soon, and I hope that he fixes the problem.

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My visions of a smooth and peaceful run up to Christmas are now getting somewhat shaky and I am beginning to think that Big H and I will be stressed trying to get everything ready in time.

Not good for his health at all.

Therefore very worrying for me.

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Anyway, I am keeping my fingers crossed and I will let you know what happens.

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Actually I feel like going back to bed, pulling the duvet over my head and hibernating until the spring.

I wonder if that is why bears hibernate and live in caves.

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Perhaps it was them who built all of the mysterious monuments left by the ancient, unknown civilisations but they got so pissed off and stressed worrying about building problems that they tossed the whole thing in and went to live in caves instead….and hibernated.

Sensible bears.

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I am now looking for a dry cave!

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Still, these are very minor, although irritating problems.  They will be solved eventually.

There are so many people with proper complaints and circumstances to deal with.

Some people have nothing and they deal with war and hunger every day.

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In truth I am blessed and I need a good smack.

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Point taken, so I shall away to re-start my day….wearing my happy face.

My God, at my age I should be thrilled just to be alive and healthy….and I am!

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I have just noticed that the heavy rain-filled skies are lightening and there are shafts of sunshine coming through.

Who says that a person’s mood does not affect their surroundings.

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A pot of tea and two Warburton’s should do the trick!

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Have a whale of a time yourself .

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What a strange saying .

What does it mean?

Where did it come from.?

Oh no, don’t say I will need to research it, because I get so obsessive!

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Oh yes I will!

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J X.

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OK then.  Here we go.

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Various dictionaries say it means to have a huge amount of fun….a Big Time….to enjoy yourself very much.

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Hmmm.

You want to describe how big a good time was.

You think of the biggest thing that there is.

A blue whale

Therefore, I had the biggest possible good time would equal….A Whale Of A Time.

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After all if someone went to a party…. then described it to me later by saying that they had ‘ An Ant Of  A Time’…I would probably be glad that I missed it.

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One person’s cunning idea was that it originated with the DJ James Whale, when he had a late night radio show.

He would ring people up, while on the air, then amuse himself and his listeners by pestering them on the phone until they hung up on him.

Thereby having a Whale of a time.

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I like this, it is inventive, but it is sorely wrong as both of my parents used to say this to me and they were significantly more aged than him.

So am I if it comes to that!

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Perhaps it was something to do with the crew on early whaling ships and their descriptions of a successful long voyage.

eg. We had a whale of a time decimating a large section of the whale population and we made shedloads of money from it.

As opposed to saying that they had a rubbish time because whales were not included in it.

Therefore to have a good time they needed to have whales in it.

So we reach ‘A Whale Of A Time’

Whaddya think?

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If you can think of anything else please send me a comment .

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