Friday, 26 February 2010

Potty collector looses marbles

It's official, I'm collecting cardboard toilet paper rolls, and as if you needed to be reminded what they look like, I have taken a photograph of the said pristine items as proof. If anyone knows what they call collectors of such items (apart from potty - excuse the pun,) please let me know.

In truth, I'm collecting them to put some sweet pea seeds in I got for free in the BBC Gardeners World magazine this month. I'm going to hang on before I sow them because it's sleeting outside and its zero degrees. In fact there's been some local flooding, nothing too serious thank goodness, but lots of lying water on verges, in fields and on roadsides and with heavy and persistent rain due on Sunday, it doesn't look good. Fingers and toes crossed.

Well the weekend is upon us and for the last many weekends, apart from very domestic stuff mainly around the house I've not done a great deal, but for a change I've got a decent weekend of activity planned. On Saturday, I'm off into the town for a whistle and flute (suit) because the four suits I have in the wardrobe now look like clown's outfits because I've lost weight. The suits will go to a man who is poorly off and goes to my wife's congregation. This will be followed by the weekly shop, lunch and then I have to carry some rockery stones from the front of the house round to the back of the house.

A trip to the tip with some cardboard will round off this exciting day's enterprise (I know how to push the boat out.) Sunday morning is a jolly to the East Yorkshire market town of Beverley to a Mind, Body and Soul fair with three ladies from my meditation class for a look around. It's the first one I've been two but the ladies are old hands and have even had some stalls themselves in the past. The rest of Sunday after lunch? Well it might be time to relax and as it's supposed to be pouring down, a snuggle in front of the fire with good TV or a book sounds sort of inviting.

The BBC has an excellent news item today about unfortunate names people are given at birth. Apparently, these are some names of real people registered in the UK today:

Stan Still, Justin Case, Barb Dwyer, Terry Bull, Paige Turner, Mary Christmas and Anna Sasin.

According to the BBC, Stan Still, a 76 year old retired airman from Cirencester in Gloucestershire, UK is quoted as saying the name had "...been a bloomin millstone around my neck my entire life." Talking about his time in the RAF, he told the BBC, "When I was in the RAF my commanding officer used to shout, 'Stan Still, get a move on' and roll about laughing," he said. "It got hugely boring after a while."

Poor Stan. I do think parents should be counselled by someone, like the registrar and told in no uncertain terms what they are doing to their poor kids.

Today's story has a name theme to it.

Three couples died in different parts of the world on the same day and they duly presented themselves to the pearly gates. St Peter was waiting with his clip board for new arrivals and the first couple announced themselves and told St Peter of the great and good things they had done in life. The man said his wife's name was Penny.
"I'm sorry, I can't admit anyone who has a name linked to money. Really sorry."
The second couple told St Peter what a sincere, honest and hard working life they had led. The man introduced his wife, Brandy.
St Peter shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't let anyone in who has a name linked to alcohol. I'm very sorry."
The third couple were listening to all this and the man turned to his wife and said, "Fanny, I think we have a real problem."

Have a great weekend.

Chat soon,