Friday, December 15, 2006

This made me laugh!

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in shaky handwriting to God, with no actual address. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:

"Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few pounds. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected £96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.
All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read, "Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it must have been those rotten sods at the Post Office.
Sincerely yours,

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Queue Conversations!!!!

After reading Helens blog about the conversation in the queue it reminded me of an incident a little while back. I wrote out the whole story on Helens comment and low and behold just as l was finishing it mid-sentence the whole thing dissappeared so l thought because of the nature of the story l would give it plenty of blog viewing instead !!!

So here goes........picture the scene l'm taking a brisk walk to the local shop with Claire(9 at the time) and the topic of conversation emerged about the devil ! starting with claire asking "mum who's satan?"
it kind of caught me unawares......l replied saying that satan is the devil and not very nice.
she asked where did he come from? i explained that he was a fallen angel..........angel she says are you sure; as you can imagine we had quite a chat where l spent most of it reaching in the depths of my christian knowledge way back at the back of my brain, l'm ashamed to say.. she said do you believe in the devil? in which l replied l believed there is a devil but prefere to concentrate on God. The conversation kind of fizzled out and we continued walking and eventually arrived a the shop.
We've now filled the basket and are standing in the queue when Claire says rather loudly; mum you know you believe in which l abruptly said "CLAIRE" No thats not right...... and then thought l can't explain this one simply enough and ended up just pathetically saying Claire we'll continue this conversation outside. I bet the other queue members were dying to turn around to see who was standing there!!! These things always seem to happen when your ill-prepared don't they? or is it just me!!!!!!!!!!
It does make me giggle when l think about it; as did Helens blog that inspired this.
This is my second attempt to post this - lets see if the gremlins have left the computer yet!!!!

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Another birthday over !

well today is my birthday and it has been lovely having a day together with Andy not doing any building or decorating work!! On Tuesday we went to see Evita in London with friends; it was fab.
Today we went off shopping which was nice as its something we very rarely do.
I needed some woolies to take to the Lake District as l had given lots of clothes to the charity shop thinking l wouldn't need them in Oz as hopefully it won't be too long before a container will be loaded up.
My mum has not been too good as she has had an upset stomach since she started her cemo and her hair is now falling out, she has no appertite but she goes on Monday for the second lot of treatment and is going to ask if theres anything she can have for the upset tummy. Lets hope she gets an english speaking doctor although she has got a friend to type out all her questions in Spainish!!
My dad who also lives in Spain (not with my mum) has got to go into hospital and have a hernia op in January; and my brother Mog has got to go in again and have his hand operated on again as the last op wasn't successful.
So all in all; they're all having something done !!
This was funny today as l had brought a new necklace and ear-rings for our theartre trip and was wearing them again today; as l was trying lots of jumpers on and off l had lost one of the earings and on noticing on the way home in the car l felt really dissappointed...........alas when l pulled on the drive the earing was hanging from the necklace so that was a nice surprise !!