What is wrong with you all?

Hatred, Passions and Infidelity

Hatred, Passions and Infidelity (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Damn the thief, the liar, the cheat, the proud, the arrogant, the adulterer, the child molester, the paedophile, the slanderer, the fornicator, the wife beater, the fraudster, the false witness, the idolaters, the murderer, the dishonourable, those who covet and all who do such things. Now wait a minute, that means the whole of mankind should be condemned should it not for we all fall short in some way? Those who claim to be squeaky clean are disillusioned, no-one is perfect I keep getting told. I often wonder how we all manage to live in close proximity without some sort of friction. The fact is we don’t if we are being honest. We may get along with most people we meet but the truth is we don’t get along with everyone. Why is that? The saying goes that love covers all imperfections might be true for those we are in a close relationship with but I doubt it applies to everyone else in our lives. There seems to exist different levels of love and appreciation toward those in our lives ranging from absolute love to absolute hatred and everything in-between. Personalities and lifestyles of others may be disagreeable to us and some of us carry those traits to the extreme either on the one hand making an aggressive stand against those we perceive as abhorrent to our nature or on the other hand endeavouring to bridge the gaps between us. If there was one single thing that could overcome our differences, our biases, our dislikes, what might it be? More to the point why should we bother? The real problem is love, a lack of it in our lives. Where there is love there is also hatred and life is a struggle because of them both. On the one hand we try to be loving but sometimes we have to fight against the hate. When God created the world and all living creatures He did it out of love. Everything He creates He loves. He loves us so much He didn’t want to leave us with no hope in our struggle against sin for we are unable to overcome the wickedness of sin without His strength. Now some may say that they are not sinners and they are able to combat evil but that is far from the truth. They may not admit to committing any of the things listed in the opening sentences of this post but they are wrong for at some point their guard will fall and they will make mistakes. No-one is perfect and no-one is without sin but does that matter? Well yes it does, it matters to God. Romans 3:23 says…’for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God’. For this reason we are all condemned but for this reason too and because of God’s great love for us we can be reconciled with Him. John 3:16 says…’For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.’ His Son is Jesus Christ. We can know real love when we accept Jesus as our Saviour and we can look at the world through a changed heart and with opened eyes in a way that was impossible before because of our sinful nature. We continue to struggle against sin because we remain here immersed in it. Look around you and see the sin that abounds then turn your back on it and come to Jesus.

Shirley Anne

So what did I do?

A New Morning, Changing Weather

A New Morning, Changing Weather (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Yesterday I spoke about the rough weather we had on Monday morning and the fact that I wanted to go into town to buy some things. During my average week I cannot get into town in the morning for I am usually at work so when a day comes along where I have no work I like to take the opportunity. However, I didn’t much fancy going out in the rough weather but did so late in the morning because the forecast was for sunshine and by the time I left the house it had indeed started to get brighter. I didn’t wish to walk the whole distance there and back as on my return journey I would be carrying more weight so I decided to take the van and park it in my usual place just outside the parking metre zone. It still meant I would have to walk about half a mile but that is far better than the mile and a quarter it would have been (one way) if I was carrying bags of shopping. By the time I had parked the van the sun was out though it was still very windy. I had walked a matter of 200 yards and hailstones began to fall in the high driving wind. I took shelter at a bus stop and waited for it to subside. About five minutes later it had stopped but the wind was relentless. Fortunately the wind was blowing in the same direction I was walking but I knew I would have to walk into it on the way back. At last I was in the shopping precinct and in the warmth of the shops. Soon I had all my shopping done and I set off back to the van. The wind was biting and full on in my face. I was well wrapped up for walking but there is no protection against the wind on your face unless you wear a mask! I saw a young man wearing exactly that. It took the form of a skull and looked a bit spooky but I guess he couldn’t care less, his face must have been warm. Finally I reached the van and was glad to get out of the wind. The sun was ‘cracking the flags’ as they say but the wind took away any warmth the sun was providing. I just threw everything on the passenger seat and drove off but not for home, not just yet. I made a detour to the pub and had a hot meal. I had skipped breakfast for I had it in mind anyway to eat out somewhere. Once home again I packed away my shopping and had a restful afternoon but later decided to do a spot of baking as we were out of fresh home-baked scones.

Shirley Anne


So quickly it changes


When I spoke about the weather in Monday’s post, written last Thursday, I realised that conditions at this time of year can change so quickly from day-to-day. The old saying that the month of March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb is often proved true. It was indeed a bright and sunny day hereabouts on Thursday and fairly warm too but when I arose on Monday morning at seven o’clock the picture outside my bedroom window looked like this..


The garden had a dusting of soft hailstones. The wind was up and the hail was coming down in bursts. However shortly afterwards everything changed and in the space of about fifteen minutes almost all of the hailstones had disappeared as you can see in the third picture below.


A further fifteen minutes later the garden was fully lit by the morning sun but unfortunately before I could take another photograph it once again became cloudy and dull. I opened the window to see how warm or cold it was outside and surprisingly it was fairly warm, well warm for me. I guess it must have been around 5 deg C, though in the stiff breeze it would have felt much colder. I was wanting to go into town for a few things sometime in the morning as I had no work scheduled but the poor weather threatened a stay at home instead. I am writing this on Monday morning and as yet haven’t made up my mind whether the trip into town will happen but there’s plenty of time for the weather to change once more. In fact the forecast for the next few hours is bright sunshine! We can never rely on the weather being stable at this time of year for it can change so quickly.

Shirley Anne

Nearly a milestone

Boat of Boredom

Boat of Boredom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There’s not much going on lately on the home front. I have been kept busy at work and have even had to turn down work because of the amount I have been getting. Many would say that is a good thing and it is if indeed much work was necessary. In my case I work more out of enjoyment than necessity. Work gives me something to occupy myself and to relieve the boredom of an otherwise dull existence. Life for me isn’t all dull though but unless I am occupied it can be very dull indeed. I did no work on Friday, Saturday and Sunday and at the time of writing this nothing planned for the week ahead. Well that’s fine as it gives me the opportunity to do anything I like instead. Problem is there is little else I have an interest in these days, things to keep me active that is. I want to be active all the time and I suppose that is my problem. I do little reading, watch little television, almost never go to the cinema, in fact if I am sitting down for too long I simply have to get up and walk about.


Writing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Yes, I am sitting down writing this but my mind is on other things, what to do next? I have been glancing at my blog’s statistics, specifically how many posts I have written and I discovered that as of today (Saturday) I have written and posted 2489. That’s a lot of posts since my first in January 2009. When I look back I am amazed at the way the blog has developed and the diversity of the posts themselves. If each of those posts were about a different subject that would mean nearly two and a half thousand subjects! Alas, I doubt I could write about so many different things so you will find much of my posts centre around a single subject but even so there are still many. I don’t boast that I am that knowledgeable on all the subject material except perhaps those in which I am well versed and experienced. Surprisingly though I don’t spend a lot of time at my computer and most of my posts, probably all of them, are written straight from the heart without much thought. The words just flow out. I have an active mind and find writing quite easy. One thing I have to say though is that I get bored easily and perhaps that is a good thing when writing blog posts for there is a fine balance between keeping my readers interested and boring them to death with posts that go on and on. If I write 400 words I am happy enough but once I pass 600 I am beginning to get bored myself. All in all I think I have done well in achieving this minor milestone of almost two and a half thousand posts. A few weeks ago when I was at a low ebb I seriously thought of closing the blog altogether but I am still here, for how long I cannot say. Maybe I’ll wait until I reach the five thousand post milestone before making that decision.

Shirley Anne

At last

English: Crocuses and a bee

Crocuses and a bee (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

At last the sun is coming out more often. At last it is getting warmer each day and the garden is beginning to wake up. Snowdrops have been blooming for a couple of weeks as have the crocuses. Other dormant plants have begun to spring back into life, bluebells and Mombrecia leaves are well out of the ground. My neighbours daffodils have also sprung from beneath the grass at the far end of his lawn but it will be a while yet before they flower. We have a couple of Camellia shrubs in the front garden that have large flower buds eager to open in the next couple of weeks. It will soon be time to mow the lawn as the weather improves. The lawn in our rear garden, in fact the only lawn we have, was given a new lease of life late last year when we applied a moss, clover and other lawn-spoiling plant killing agent which fed the grass at the same time. It is now very lush and green though there is still some persistent moss and clover to be re-treated at the appropriate time. Then of course there are dandelions to be removed as they grow. Despite there being dedicated weed killers on the market it is often best to actually dig these fast growing plants out by hand. We have a special tool for the job but it does leave a hole in the grass when the weed is removed. The holes have to be filled in with soil and are soon repopulated with grass in a week or so.

English: Snowdrops and crocuses Pictured along...

Snowdrops and crocuses Pictured along the roadside near the Glenpark Road (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For someone who admits to not actually liking gardening I am finding I am beginning to enjoy it. It is good exercise and it is out-of-doors in the fresh air. As I write this on a warming sunny afternoon on Thursday I am tempted to get out into the garden to potter about but I am a little tired after the morning’s electrical work. Soon though, soon. For the time being I will just admire Nature at it’s best.

Shirley Anne

I couldn’t make it up

English: Mini-roundabout opposite Church House...

English: Mini-roundabout opposite Church House, Omagh. The traffic lights have been removed and this new mini-roundabout formed. I noticed that an articulated lorry came round it and the workmen had to remove the cones as it was a tight turn. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On Wednesday morning I had some small electrical jobs to do in a house in another town nearby. Originally pencilled-in for Friday the job was brought forward because the customer couldn’t get time off from his workplace. He called me on Tuesday evening to ask if I could do the work the next day. Fortunately I had nothing scheduled for Wednesday so I was able to accommodate. I wanted to get the work done as early as possible so arranged to be there around 8.30. The first problem had been attempting to reverse onto his driveway as the house stands right on a busy road junction and directly alongside a mini-roundabout. Opposite is a school for infants and juniors and of course at that time the traffic is very busy. He did warn me that getting on and off his drive was often met with irate drivers with the attitude that anyone doing so shouldn’t be doing so. I despair at the attitude of some people. Anyway I approached the small roundabout and stopped the following traffic and waited for a gap in the traffic approaching from my left. The junction is in the form of the letter ‘Y’ so stopping as I did stopped  traffic from two directions. I waited  for only a few seconds but I suppose that would seem like an age to some people and was then able to drive across the roundabout onto the extra-wide pavement opposite where I then reversed onto the driveway. Traffic still had to wait whilst I reversed. On the way over to the town I drive across country and take my time. Several vehicles overtook me even though I was driving at 40-45 mph. I thought to myself, ‘Just what is the hurry? Why don’t drivers simple start their journey 5 or 10 minutes earlier?’ In the event I caught up with all of them a mile further down the road when they were stopped at a busy junction. I smiled to myself. So now I was safe on the driveway and soon inside the house.

Odd Jobs

Odd Jobs (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The work was very simple, change four recessed lights in the ceiling, change the lights beneath the kitchen units and change another ceiling light in the porch but first we had to buy the units having decided on what was needed. I asked the guy to accompany me to the supplier so that he could choose the lights and pay for them. Normally I would buy them and use them at a marked-up price but I thought it wise this time not to. We purchased what we needed and then drove off, though that wasn’t straightforward as some of the lights we required were out of stock and we had to select a different type, a good reason for the guy to be with me. About a half-mile down the road we realised we had forgotten one item so we returned to collect it. I began with the recessed ceiling lights but found the original holes were too small to accommodate the new fittings though they were supposed to be identical in size. No problem for a pad saw. I removed the first light from its sealed box and discovered it was not only a different colour to that we had asked for but it was broken too as if it had been opened before. The guy returned to the supplier whilst I got on with the work. The original four lights had been fed through two transformers and one of those transformers turned out to be part faulty, that is one of the two outputs was faulty which meant it could only supply one light. That meant lifting a floorboard in the room above to gain access to it and install a new transformer to accommodate the fourth light. Fortunately I have spare transformers in my van stock so I fitted one of those. It didn’t work! It was a new transformer in a sealed box and it was faulty! I replaced it and this time the light worked. By this time the guy had returned with a replacement light and I fitted it before installing the new under-unit lights. That part of the work was straightforward though a little awkward. The last part of the job was to replace an old ceiling light with a basic light unit. After sorting out the numerous wires behind the old light I fitted the new unit and found the cover wouldn’t screw on. The real problem was the ceiling itself, it had been coated with rough cast ‘Artex’, an uneven surface. After a few frustrating minutes I finally got it fitted. It was now 12.30. I had been there for four hours when really the work should have only taken perhaps two. One thing that is needed to be an electrician is patience as it can be frustrating work sometimes, I take it all in my stride though.

Shirley Anne

Well I deserve this!

A high-street branch of the Halifax.

A high-street branch of the Halifax. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I had a small job to do on Tuesday morning but was back home within the hour. The mail had just been pushed through the letterbox and unusually two of the items were addressed to me. I don’t get that much mail, well compared to what E receives. One of the letters was from an insurance company asking if I wanted a better deal on my car insurance. I don’t have car insurance as I have commercial vehicle insurance for my van and that has already been sorted. The other letter was from my bank sending me some good news. Yesterday’s post reminded me that it doesn’t always go well in life, my life at least but it’s not all bad. Last year sometime, I cannot remember exactly and in fact I had forgotten all about it, I filled out a form sent from one of my banks, specifically the Halifax enrolling to a monthly draw. Winners in the draw receive cash prizes ranging from £100 to £3000 but as the last draw was what they called a ‘super draw’ it meant the possibility of winning £100,000 or £300,000 too. I received a letter from the bank on Tuesday indicating that I had won a prize. I had to provide proof of who I am and provide a recent utility bill one that fell in the same time period as the draw that is October last year through January this year. The latter was supposedly to ensure that I was resident in the country at that time. Proof of who I am was easy, all I had to produce was my driving licence or passport but the utility bill proved a problem for I hadn’t received any during that period. In fact I only receive notifications of my annual payments due either in February or early March. I receive no other notifications on paper as all my transactions are now done over the Internet. I was allowed to produce a notification letter sent last month by the same bank telling me about the forthcoming changes to certain accounts. Not knowing what prize I had won I set off for town on foot. It was a very windy day on Tuesday and by the time I had reach the bank I was somewhat windswept. A member of staff took my paperwork and details to the manager. He spent a little time contacting the office running the monthly draw and sorting out my details. When all was done he congratulated me on my ‘win’ and told me my account would receive the deposit within a day or so. How much? Well only £100 this time but at least it was something. Considering the poor rates of interest I get on my savings there it could be considered as some form of compensation. I walked back homeward in the stiff breeze but took a detour to my local pub and had a late lunch.

Shirley Anne

Do I deserve this?

It Ain't My Fault

It Ain’t My Fault (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On August 8th last year and at other times, April 19th 2013 for instance, I posted an article concerning my relationship with E and how she treats me at times. Three weeks ago on Sunday last (Feb 1st) she was at it again, snapping at me for absolutely no reason. I have endured this treatment on and off for some years now always thinking that it will get better and usually it does but only if it is me who breaks the ice so to speak. If it was my fault I could understand her attitude but it is never my fault that she snaps at me and we end up not speaking. Like I said it is I who has to break the ice even though I am not at fault, she simply will never apologise when she is wrong. Do I deserve such treatment? I don’t think so. I only persevere because I love her. People tell me that I should leave, friends say I shouldn’t let her ways interfere with my happiness and that I should just accept her the way she is. That is absolutely true and that is exactly what I have been doing these past 40 something years! It is hard living with someone who is difficult to get along with some of the time and who seems ungrateful toward me considering all that I do for her. I end up retiring from her company in case I am snapped at again, consequently we don’t speak. Why am I telling you this? Well one, it is good to get things off your chest and two, so that you don’t think everything is a bed of roses in life, especially my life! It will get better, it can’t get worse so I bide my time and wait it out yet again.

Shirley Anne



Does anyone remember this song? When I first heard it I liked it but to me it only had a sense of romanticism to it. The message (if any was intended) it contained eluded me but since that time all those years ago I have come to realise what the song was really all about. It is based on the message of the Gospel, the Good News, that Jesus spoke about. It is about forgiveness and salvation a free gift from God through His Son Jesus Christ. Romans 3:23for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,’

Listen to the music then ask yourself the question…..Where am I going when I die?


I hope it will be Heaven but only you can decide that.

Shirley Anne


The Ask and the Answer

The Ask and the Answer (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I posed a question on yesterday’s post which asked what was wrong in the picture. Maybe a few of my readers discovered what it was and well spotted by them  but for those who didn’t the answer is that the flag theoretically should not have been flying. One is supposed to lower a flag at dusk and raise it again at dawn but most people don’t bother. If it were a flag maintained by the armed forces then it most certainly would have been lowered as it would be somebody’s duty for that day to do it. How many got it right I wonder?
So I am again sitting at home and I am wondering why we didn’t get the severe stormy and wet day that was forecast for this area. The weather forecasters at the BBC are often very dramatic with their presentations and often speak on generalities. I know they cannot get it right every time but most of the time the forecasts are fairly accurate and I suppose that where I live right on the coast it can be difficult to be so precise.

George Cowling (above) presented the first in-...

George Cowling (above) presented the first in-vision forecast on 11 January 1954. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The thing is that although the weather can be forecast to be bad for the region it is often a little different along the coast, for instance when snow has been forecast we often don’t get it and if we do it isn’t as bad as elsewhere. With the roofing problem we have at home, dampness on a wall and ceiling at the top of the house we were hoping for some rain to help pinpoint the leaks if any. Now it looks like we’ll have to wait some more.
Sunday is time out for me unless I have a mad moment and do something in the garden but it doesn’t stop the telephones from ringing. Even whilst I was writing this I received two inquiries one of which led to a job I will do in the morning. If I wish to get requests I have to be near to the phones or one of them at all times. Of course I don’t mind that for it is an essential part of being self-employed but it can be a pain when the calls come in at unusual times, often inconvenient or anti-social times. For some people it seems I have to be available whenever they call, even at six o’clock in the morning! Oh yes I have had such calls and they were not even emergencies! It is nice having days off therefore and sometimes I allow myself that pleasure during the working week, I have to else drive myself into the ground.
Just now the rain has all but stopped and it is beginning to get a little brighter. I wonder how long it will last?


Shirley Anne




So what is wrong in the picture?


Flag, Moon and Venus

To see more clearly click on the picture twice. It was taken with my Nexus 10 tablet and isn’t too bad a picture as far as quality goes, nothing like as good as it would be with a dedicated camera of course. As you can see the light level is low as the Sun has just set behind the houses. Pictured are the flag of course, the Moon and Venus. The Moon is showing a crescent phase and Ashen Light to the more discerning and Venus too is showing a crescent phase. Venus is approaching that point in its orbit where it is at its brightest as seen from our position on Earth at this moment. But what is wrong in the picture? I will reveal the answer in tomorrow’s post.

Shirley Anne

Just sitting here


It is now two-thirty on Saturday afternoon. Somehow I managed to get an extra lie in bed this morning but once up I didn’t feel like having breakfast even though it was still only nine-thirty when I came downstairs. I had a glass of fresh fruit juice, not the concentrate but the real stuff, and a short while after, a coffee was all I wanted. Usually it is porridge, sultanas, blueberries and fruit juice but once in a while I just don’t bother. I was sitting at my computer and about to check my emails and things when the mobile phone rang. The guy on the other end of the line sounded rather desperate and wanted me to call round to sort out a small electrical problem for him. I had been to his house before some months ago, probably a year so I remembered roughly where it was. He had great difficulty in describing the problem and he talked that much I couldn’t get a word in edgewise to let him know I would drive over. His house is twelve miles or more distant in another town. I had to get my son to move his car so I could get the van out of the garage. He is over for a day or so trying to get his car sold which is parked on our driveway. Soon I was on my way. I parked the van and went to the rear of the property as instructed and as I approached the rear door I remembered in more detail the house itself. I have to say I don’t know how some people can live in such squallor as this house was. The rear door led into a small room which was supposedly the kitchen though you would never know because of the floor to ceiling rubbish stacked in there and I mean floor to ceiling! An open door led from there into a lounge (?) being used as a bedroom and a storage room. It too was filled with all sorts of paraphernalia which left about one square metre of floor space on which to get about. Another door behind and to the left of the bed was slightly ajar and it led into the hallway and the rest of the house but it couldn’t be used as a means to do that. There was too much junk in front of it not to mention the bed so it couldn’t be opened more than a few centimetres. To gain access to the rest of the house the front door has to be used. His problem with the electric was an old 5 amp power point whose switch had failed and also one of its terminals. An example is shown below.

M (15 A version of Type D BS546)

M (15 A version of Type D BS546) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There was no earthing wire to it either which meant anything plugged into it would never be safe. Into this power socket he had plugged a six-way 13 amp multiplug and again into that another one! As I didn’t have a replacement 5 amp socket I could not reinstate the power at that point and in any case I informed him that in no way could he or should he be using the 5 amp socket for his power requirements anyway and that I had to leave the faulty one disabled for safety reasons. Now he has no choice but to use an alternative. There was a 13 amp power socket available a couple of metres away in the kitchen which he would have to use with the proper extension lead. What the house really needs is a complete rewire of course and I told him so. It is however unlikely that he will opt for that solution. As it stands a rewire would be an extremely difficult thing to accomplish for anyone brave enough to take it on unless the house was cleared out of all its junk. He paid for my time and I hope my advice and I drove back home for lunch. After cooking myself a meal I started to do some baking. E was about to go to her monthly group meeting where she would have lunch and I would be left at home alone to do my own thing. I decided on a new recipe, one I hadn’t tackled previously, a banana and honey tea cake. Ingredients, brown sugar, soft margarine, honey, self-raising flour, eggs, bananas.and cinnamon or nutmeg for seasoning. The resultant mix was somewhat sloppy but would firm up in the oven, hopefully. With the experiences I have been having with our oven temperature settings I decided to bake at a lower temperature but for a longer time. Even so I had to keep checking in the later stages of baking. At the time of writing this I have yet to taste the outcome but it looks alright though a little dropped now it has cooled down. Whilst the cake was in the oven I took ‘Robbie’ upstairs to my bedroom. If my readers will remember ‘Robbie’ is our robotic vacuum cleaner, not my fancy man! After a half-hour or so I moved him to another bedroom and then the hallways upstairs. I returned him downstairs to give him a thorough clean whilst the cake stood on a rack cooling down. Shortly after E returned home. It was now 4.30. That was the gist of my Saturday up until early evening. I could have gone out for the afternoon instead as it was such a fine and sunny day on Saturday but I guess I am somewhat more of a homely type of girl these days. (I do go out sometimes, honest).

Shirley Anne

Looks like it’s going

30.15 million viewers watched Den Watts serve ...

30.15 million viewers watched Den Watts serve Angie divorce papers (Eastenders Christmas 1986). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here in the UK we have a ‘soap opera‘ called ‘Eastenders‘ which supposedly centres around the lives of typical people living in the east-end of London. It is all a bit tongue-in-cheek but it does portray some of the things which might be a part of anyone’s life no matter where they live. This year and month mark the 30th anniversary of the series. As with most productions of this type there is much going on at any one time in the lives of the various characters but that is essential for the production to be entertaining. It would be a dull drama if nothing ever went on. It is broadcast for a half-hour four times a week under normal circumstances with repeat episodes on another channel or ‘On Demand‘ via the Internet for anyone who wants to catch-up on things. Early last year one of the young female characters (Lucy Beale) was murdered as the character was to be written out of the series and this was a good way for her to depart.


EastEnders (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Everyone who watches the episodes had been kept in suspense regarding who killed her until last Thursday when finally all was revealed. The normal half-hour of the ‘soap’ had been extended to an hour at the very end of which we got to see who the murderer was. Or did we? Well no, another special half-hour ‘flashback’ episode was broadcast an hour later where we discovered the real murderer was in fact not the woman we thought it was but her young son. He had killed his older sister. The plot thickens as they say. I never used to follow the series intently but a few years ago that casual viewing became a regular thing and now I watch it all the time. I was compelled therefore to watch Thursday evening’s episodes having waited for so long to find out who the murderer was. So there I was five minutes into the start of the evening’s viewing when out youngest son phoned to tell me that there would be a few visitors on Friday evening to view the car he is selling and could I make sure the interior was clean. He didn’t stop there but wanted to chat about unnecessary details. Nice timing son! He asked if I too was watching ‘Eastenders’ but still insisted on chatting away. I told him all would be fine and we would look after his request and that he should now hang-up so that I could watch the tv. Children do have a habit of calling at awkward times. So finally we nay see the car gone from our driveway after the six months it has been standing there. I told him when he first left it there that it would still be there six months later for he lacked the initial determination to sell it straight away.

Update: Of the four people who wanted to buy the car none turned up but gave some limp excuses through text messages. So unfortunately the car remains on the driveway for now.

Shirley Anne

Some done, others not

English: Snow and scaffolding, towards Wandswo...

Snow and scaffolding, towards Wandsworth Rd Taken from our bedroom, through scaffolding (having the roof done!)and looking towards our back alley and the edge of Wandsworth rd (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Yesterday my van had its annual MOT test. It passed with flying colours but although I expected it to there was always a little doubt as to whether it would or not. The guy at the desk said there should be no problem as the van, now seven years old and registered in 2008, has only travelled 23800 miles, a mere dot in the ocean. My insurance premium quote for the van arrived a couple of days ago and at only £302 (fully comprehensive) I accepted and duly paid the fee. I received the new certificate yesterday too. My road fund licence will be paid automatically on 2nd March by direct debit then all will be alright for another year of driving. After I drove from the testing station I was able to do the only electrical job I had for the day and indeed the last one for the week. Again I have worked every normal working day this week. A few weeks ago we noticed some plaster had fallen off a wall and the ceiling in one of the top rooms of the house. Quite a large amount of plaster had come adrift and though we couldn’t actually see any water ingress the wall was slightly damp. A few years ago, June 2010 to be precise, we had some major work going on with replacement windows installation, a dormer being clad in plastic and some roof repairs all going on at the same time. The guy who did the roof did an excellent job so we called him to ask about the present problem. He told us he was busy and also had problems with his own van too but that he would call round as soon as he could. As the problem we have doesn’t require urgent attention we didn’t mind waiting. He told us he would call to see the problem a week ago last Saturday but he didn’t arrive. I didn’t want to put him under pressure for he had told us that he wouldn’t forget us. On Wednesday afternoon this week I was at home for an hour or so when the doorbell rang. It was our roofing guy. He apologised for not having been earlier but I told him it was alright. I took him upstairs to see the problem from the inside and then he tried to inspect the roof, actually the chimney stack which is the source of the problem, but with the roof being so high he couldn’t see properly without climbing up there. I went indoors and returned with a pair of binoculars. He exclaimed, ‘Wow, they’re good aren’t they’? He couldn’t understand why we were having problems for all seemed fine. However he did say that the stack itself might require re-pointing, not a big job but scaffolding would be required for it to be done. It is too dangerous to even think about working at that height without scaffolding and in any case I would insist on scaffolding being used. He advised us to wait until we get some heavy rain and then call him again for another inspection. So it looks like we will have to wait a while for the weather to change. Usually we wish for fine weather don’t we? Just the way it goes. That heavy rain is expected tomorrow according to the forecast.

Shirley Anne

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Nobody believes me when I tell them my age. I meet hundreds of people each year in my line as an electrician and often I am asked how long I have been in the business. I tell them the truth but sometimes I play them along before I answer and say, ‘Guess my age’. My advertisement states that I have 40 years experience though in fact this year it will be 53 years! Those who forget what the advertisement states will guess my age between say 48 and 56 and some have even said 42. Those who have remembered the advert will come up with an age of 56 thinking that I was 16 when I started in the business. Even 56 is 13 years too little but the essence of what they are saying is that I look far younger than my actual age which is nice. Those who may not have seen or remembered the advert or perhaps have gotten my details from another source may ask how long I have been an electrician too thinking I started just a few years ago. They are very much surprised when I tell them. Most have no idea in which fields of the industry I have worked or have specialised and when I run off the list they are amazed. They begin to understand why it is that now I only take on small jobs. I am in fact versed in many things. When people call me on the telephone and then see me in person many of them are taken by surprise for they were expecting someone much younger. I got a call from a guy a few nights ago asking me if I was interested in doing a small job for him but unfortunately I had to refuse. He wanted an appliance repairing but I do not work in that field any longer and in fact it has been years since I was involved in such work. The thing is most electricians will specialise in what they do and it is only the larger companies who will be equipped for the many diversities that make up the electrical business. It would be impractical for an individual to multitask, at least in too many fields. The guy praised me for being honest with him in explaining the reasons why I don’t do appliance repairs. He asked the usual questions regarding how long I have been an electrician and when I told him he gasped, ‘Crikey love, I thought I was talking with a 20 year-old’. Evidently to some my voice over the telephone sounds much younger and more feminine than I had thought. So it should. I have a feeling he is going to call again to do some other work for him in the future.

Shirley Anne