My Favourite Landlubber

That's the weekend finished, and so begins the working week. I have to say getting a big old grizzly hug from big John, my favourite Landlubber made my weekend, and once again, its things like a simple hug that remind me of all the people I'm going to miss when we finally leave for Israel.

So today I am going to learn speed talking, that way when I visit my Solicitous friend it won't cost an arm and a leg.  Every word counts so no hello, no goodbye, or I look crap, you look great, a simple nod will cover everything necessary to be pleasant. Phew and I'm still on my first minute. Oh yeah and a big toothy grin, that way my nod won't be misconstrued as 'I need a divorce'...

The local supermarket was stuffed to the ceilings with all manner of Christmas boxes, boxes of chocolates, boxes of biscuits, boxes of sweets, nuts, dried fruits, you get the idea, I can only think that we have to eat all things box like until Christmas when they put normal food back on the shelves. But what if all the boxes are not sold? Do we have to wait until they sell out before normal sales will resume?  The trouble is do we even know what normal is? If you think about it we have had this box problem most of the year, it generally starts around Valentines with boxes of Chocolates, then Easter with boxes of eggs, followed by boxes sun cream and antihistamines and then boxes of sweets. The sweets are duly purchased but not for our own consumption, oh no, they are purchased in the hope that if we get trick or treaters they will leave our houses satisfied with our generosity, the trouble is the more generous you are the more visitors you will get next year....So you see as a nation we are obsessed with boxes.

My Beloved is heading towards six weeks away, once again it will have to be red rose at the airport for recognition purposes, especially with my sight issues.  Garry has decided I have SOD, not SAD like most people. Unfortunately when he was telling me what SOD stood for the phone line dropped so I'm still waiting to find out what I'm actually suffering from, should I see a Doctor? Is it catching? and is it curable? eeeeeeeeee I'm feel unwell, I will have to lie down until I discover what it is Im suffering from.  Personally I think its SICK OF DADDY, but I will have to wait for my next phone call, that is if he can drag himself away from the restaurant, or even find his way home...

That being said, like me he has a homing beacon sewn into the lining of each pair of jeans, where as I have mine in the heel of each shoe. It might take a while for him to get home, but he will always make it eventually, which is ok as long as your not relying on him to get you home.  Not sure my youngest Brother-in-Law has gotten over the last time Garry took him home the short cut.  Then preceded to trip the house alarm, because although he knew the code his fingers didn't work.  The youngest Sister-in-law and I were holed up in the summer house, we KNEW the short cut, but were freezing as we had no key.