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I was told to prepare for all contingencies,
I looked this word up in local libraries,
I accidentally looked up continencies,
Was it summat about taking a piss?
Why would Dad want to tell me this?
He also said I can recall the basics…
On yer paper round, don’t talk to strangers,
And don’t put on any airs & graces…
If anyone tries to rob yer, kick him in the knackers,
If you tear a paper in the letterboxes,
Put a note through with your apologies,
If a dog bites yer or attacks with its claws,
Don’t scream or make any noises…
Waking people up will bring annoyance & grudges!
In the rain, don’t get the paper wet with smudges,
Alright if it gets damp, but not if it oozes,
And use blinds or drapes, but never portières.
I’m not too keen on raviolis,
Not up to doing any exercises,
I wake before the day rises,
That’s due to my nocturnal seizures,
Strong chill, too hot, but I like milder spices,
Used love fondling, groping in various guises,
I’m too old to have any sexual fetishes,
Now, a mug of tea & listen to the Archers,
In pain from the fallen arches,
Stuck indoors, no need for coats & parkas,
Some people are nosey-parkers, not the nurses,
The last woman I fancied was into parrillas,
It was shocking, and she charged us!
Still, I’m ready for reembraces!
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Hectic day again.
I’m miles behind again; at this moment, it’s 16:55hrs tomorrow (Friday)! Just got this far with the blog!
A few notes of the day, No doubt some lost and not o the notepad with me getting more and more uptight & frustrated. Then, the few photos I’ve taken.
I’ll have to stop to make a meal sometime, so I will have to finish this Saturday morning… I’m getting Anne Gyna back again now, and she is not in a good mood with me. Well, she can… Soddit! Duodenal Donald has joined in now! Grumph!
Anne Gyna woke me up at 0520hrs, so I rose and sorted out the night bag. Went to make a mug of tea and make an early start on my Wednesday blog finishing. Thinking I could catch up, I’m losing this. Hahaha!
Carer Ejaz arrived. Medications were administered, and ankles, feet, and legs were checked. Much better all round, great!
I spent hours on Odeing, searching for new words to use and getting carried away.
Then, I decided to search for a place that sells footspray and Co-codamol.
Lost hours with the time needed to come out of the many mini-seizures. So many blanks.


Erm…
Afternoon Clouds Delight

Well, things indeed became more concentrated after I made the meal: A baguette cut into three, no-butter butter, many slices of salted green tomatoes lashed into them. A Silesian sausage and crisps.
I found the pot of jelly on Friday night; I’d dropped it when I fell asleep.
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TTFNski!
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My father, Billumski Senior, taught me many a lesson that I yet remember as I read your pondering here, kind Sir! — including the phrase “kind Sir!” which he would use upon greeting anyone. Now I have passed on the phrase to my own son, Alan.
“Good morning, kind Sir” is a daily greeting now, kind Sir!
As long as I’ve started on a theme of fatherhood — another signature phrase was “let me show you a little secret” — followed by a little advice on caulking a crack in the basement wall, or helpful advice of that sort.
RIP William Alfred Ziegler, 1 January 1921 to (I forget the exact date) 2013.
Now, let me show you a little secret, kind Sir! Haha!!
Glad it sent you back, Billum. Love the little advice on caulking a crack in the basement wall. Haha!
Just days before his death, dad pointed to the foot of what would be his deathbed, then pronounced that his wife (who died at age 84 on Christmas Eve of 2005) was making an appearance. I believe him. I was born on my mother’s birthday (17 September). Worra a birthday present!
My father arrived on the first day of the year 1921.
So both dates were easy to remember, of course.
Numbers, I’m suffering with Arithmophobia they tell me, Billum. It’s a struggle. All the numbers I had to work out at work, 14 checkouts to cash-up, and the Green Shield stamps too, every day. I’m not good with numbers now, I’m not sure they don’t scare me, certainly confuse me. Sad, innit?
Lessons of value, Sir Billumski!I can’t recall the year Dad was born. He was 54 when I arrived. I’ll need a calculator to work it out.
Best to all at the Manor! Cheers, thanks. 🧏🏼♂️
Fascinating ode, Gerry, and great pictures, in spite of the hectic day. Those clouds are beautiful, and the food looks delicious.
Wait till you read Saturdays, Sir. Now that was day and a half. Hehe!
Which is how far I’m behind with the blogging, Tim.
Lovely tasty meal, indeed, Sir.
Keep well and safe, please. 🙏🏼👍🏼
Ah, Parilla, a quaint town in South Australia, as well as a sprout sales company. I reckon your dad was typical for the era – full of advice that was probably untested 🙂
Unsure if she was into the sprouts or locals. Pau;. Hehe!
That was Dad, mate. Got him in one!
Lol, my dad was similar 🙂
Great, another connection twixt us.
TTFNski
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