The viewing

Well - the man turned up for the viewing dead on 4.30 pm. If I say s0 myself, the house looked great - I managed to clam most of the clutter into cupboards, the loft or garage, so it all looked most presentable.
Anyway, the gentleman arrived on time, to the minute - a pleasant Asian man on his own who said he liived in Wales at the moment and was looking for somewhere to live in Liverpool. He didn`t mention a family and I dont think our type of house is the sort a single man would look at. Could he have been a speculator? But no matter, he looked round and seemed very interested making polite comments (mind you - I do this when I`m viewing, whether I like a place or not. Its only manners). When he finished viewing, he just said, thanks very much and went. So that was that. I havent heard from the agency, so I assume he wasnt really interested. And we havent had anyone else. I thought we may have had a few viewings over Easter, but nope. Not-a-one. Not looing good so far.

Viewers tomorrow

We have the first lot of people coming to view our house tomorrow. Looks like a Mega-Tidy-Up, Declutter tomorrow. Oh well - it`ll be worth it. Needs a tidy up anyway. Lets see what tomorrow brings.

We`ve decided to sell our house!

I`ve finally done it! After talking about selling our house and moving away for about a year, I`ve finally gone and done it. The deciding moment came last week, when we had broken bottles chucked in our front garden, plus mounds of other litter. The kids in the street are getting cheekier and cheekier, and when (unusually for me) I confronted one nine year old for throwing litter in my garden - while I was standing there - I was served up with a torrent of foul mouthed abuse from his mother! So, anyway, I`ve gone and done it now. I contacted the estate agents, had the valuation (disappointing) and received the final details for signing today. The photographs were a bit of a disappointment to. The estate agent hadnt closed the front gate before snapping the front view of the house - plus, I dont think she`s taken it from the best angle. Still - its done now. I`m going to hand the papers in today and see how it goes. I think some mega- offloading of our excess possessions is in order. My goodness - we`ve accumulated some rubbish.
Anyway, I`ll keep you posted on how it goes.

Palate probelms.........................

Not been keeping up this blog too well I`m afraid, but you know how it goes?
Yeah. Life happens! Well wots been happing? Firstly, Little Dolly has had some Xrays to see how her palate is doing. Its looking pretty likely that she`s going to have to ahve another operation on her palate as she still has virtually no speech.
Trouble is, it seems its very complicated. Dolly`s palate is apparently static, hence her lack of speech at nearly six years of age. BUT here`s the dilemma. If they move the palate back too much in order too facilitiate speech, they`re likely to block off her air supply. Not good as you can imagine. So, I`ll have to leave it in the hands of those who seem to know what they`re doing. Lets hope they do though!

Liverpool City Photos

Stained Glass in Anglican Cathedral

Liverpool City of Culture Group

St. James Garden

St James Gardens

The Blackie and the Chinese Arch

The Anglican Cathedral

The Arch again

The Metroplitan Cathedral
The Anglican Cathedral Again

Ollie the Snowman

T, Sonny, Dolly and Molly with Ollie the Snowman

March 2006

Ollie the Snowman -Our first Snowman for Years

Me, sonny and Molly with our Snowman, Feb 2006

RIP Phil the Clown, Benidorm

Has anyone ever seen the amazing Phil the Clown on at Panchos in Benidorm? Phil is a Liverpool lad and so funny. The adults love him as much as the kids - a real star! He`s been appearing as Phil the Clown for 9 years in Panchos. But I was shocked to read in the Echo last week that it was Phil`s funeral. Anyway, I looked round on the net to try to find out what happened to Phil and appearently he broke his leg last July, 2005 (we saw him last in June) and was going to return to Panchos this month to resume his job. It seems he but died suddenly but I dont whether it was a complication of his broken leg, or what.
I`m really sad to hear this as Benidorm wont be the same without Phil. I thought he was only about 30 tops, but I believe he was over 40 and his wife is expecting a baby at the moment which makes it all the more poignant.
R.I.P. Phil. He will be sadly missed by thousands of children and their families.

Photos of Croxteth Hall Park

We got a scooter

We finally did it. We bought a Scooter. Not been on it yet cos it needs taxing and insuring - but here it is for our perusal...................................

Scouse Jokes

SCOUSE JOKES

An Australian, an Irishman and a Scouser are in a bar. They're staring atanother man sitting on his own at a table in the corner. He's so familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad. They stare and stare, until suddenly the Irishman twigs:
"My God, it's Jesus!"Sure enough, it is Jesus, nursing a pint. Thrilled, they send him over a pint of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a pint of bitter. Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and drinks the pints slowly, one afteranother.After he's finished the drinks, Jesus approaches the trio. He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking him for the Guinness. When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement:
"My God! The arthritis I've had for 30 years is gone. It's a miracle!"
Jesus then shakes the Aussie's hand, thanking him for the lager. As he lets go, the man's eyes widen in shock.
"Strewth mate, the bad back I've had all my life is completely gone! It's a miracle."
Jesus then approaches the Scouser who says, "Back off, mate, I'm on disability benefit.

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A scouser walked into the local job centre, marched straight up to the counter and said "Hi, I'm looking for a job".
The man behind the counter replied "Your timing is amazing. We've just got one in from a very wealthy man who wants a chauffeur/bodyguard for his nymphomaniac twin daughters. You'll have to drive around a big blackMercedes and wear the uniform provided. The hours are a bit long but the meals are provided. You also have to escort the young ladies on theiroverseas holidays. The Salary package is £200,000 a year".
The Scouser said "You're bullsh*tting me!"The man behind the counter said "Well you started it!"

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Police cordoned off Liverpool City Centre this morning when a suspicious object was discovered.It later turned out to be a tax disc.

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A Scouser walks into a bar in Manchester dressed up in his new Liverpool shirt effort and orders a drink before noticing a picture of Sir Matt Busby on the wall.He was just about to leave when the barman says: "Where do you think you're going?"
The Scouser replies: "I'm sorry, I just noticed Matt Busby there andI think I'd better leave,"
The barman says: "No no no. It's too late for that. You've got to roll the dice Pal," The Scouser looks puzzled and says: "Roll the dice?" The Barman replies: "Yeh. If you roll between 1 and 5 we kick the c**p out of you,"
The Scouser says: "What if I roll a 6?"
The barman replies: "You get another go."

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A primary teacher explains to her class that she is a Liverpool fan. She asks her students to raise their hands if they, too, are Liverpool fans.Everyone in the class raises their hand except one little girl. The teacher looks at the girl with surprise and says, "Mary, why didn't you raise your hand?"
"Because I'm not a Liverpool fan," she replied.
The teacher, stillshocked, asked, "Well, if you are not an Liverpool fan, then who are you a fan of?"
"I am a Man Utd fan, and proud of it," Mary replied.
The teachercould not believe her ears. "Mary, why, pray tell, are you a Man Utd fan?"
"Because my mum is a Man Utd fan, and my dad is a Man Utd fan, so I'm a Man Utd fan too!"
"Well," said the teacher in an obviously annoyed tone, "that is no reason for you to be a Man Utd fan. You don't have to be just like your parents all of the time. What if your mum was a prostitute and your Dad was a drug addict, what would you be then?"
"Then," Mary smiled, "I'd be a Liverpool fan."

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You are locked in a room with a Lion, a Cobra and a scouser. You have a gun with only 2 bullets Who do you shoot?
The scouser..... Twice, just to be sure !!

Toilet Training

Its become a very difficult process trying to get Evie toilet trained. Although she`ll be six in May, she shows no inclination to use the toilet, seeming quite happy to just go in her training pants. No worries that way is there? I`ve had the continence nurse come out to see us again and she has advised us to get some special steps that lead up to the toilet and are fitted to a small seat that fits over the toilet seat. And also an egg timer type thing to time her when she`s on the toilet. We must make her sit on it for one minute and the two minutes etc........
Tracking down a seat like this was more difficult than I thought. I tried Mothercare first and few other shops and have just managed to find one on Ebay. What would we do without Ebay?
So its just a case of waiting for it to come now and see how we get on.
We`ve run out of training pants again though. The ones they give us are meant to last three months, but I`m luckily to get a month out of them. There is a service where you`re meant to ring when you get down to the last pack, but when I ring they just say - "Oh, you`re not due for anymore nappies for another two months so you cant have any yet." Whats the point of that then? Last month I just waited for them to come and when they never arrived I phoned them and they said, "Oh, we never sent you any because you never phoned so we thought you didn't need any."Its just so frustrating and its quite difficult and expensive to buy training pants for a five year old. The ones in the shops are usually too small as they`re mainly designed for two to three year-olds. Hhmmmmm!

Photoshop

Good news. My photoshop class is back on as from Monday. Combined with my Photography on Location class today, I look forward to being able to take and process better photographs. Photoshop is such a good programme, but difficult to use without instruction. I look forward to learning all I can. It is good to learn something new.

The most depressing day of the year

Yesterday was supposed to be officially the most depressing day of the year. I don't know why. Probably because christmas is over and everyones waiting for the next pay packet as we`re all skint in January.
I cant wait for spring now and the light nights though. Roll on the warm weather......................
Today I noticed an estate agents board outside our neighbours house. This lady has had the trauma of her lovely husband committing suicide last year - and the shock of finding his body. And now her and her soon are being targeted by yobs for some reason - eggs thrown at the house, car windscreen smashed and goodness knows what else. Its a shame to be driven out of your own neighbourhood by such behaviour, but it comes to a point where moving is better than living in misery. It seems that law abiding citizens have no real protection against the yob culture and the police can`t protect us anymore. The problem is too vast. Time for some drastic new legislation, I think!
So now we`ll have two new neighbours living oppersite. Besides this lovely family, the lady who lived next door to them died over the christmas period so that will be another set of new neighbours. Oh my goodness. Perhaps it really is the most depressing day of the year.

A Trip To Skipton

We had a trip to visit Tony`s son who lives near Skipton yesterday. Its such a lovely part of the country. Beautiful scenery - Skipton itself is a lovely old English market town.
Anyway, we stopped off for lunch at a country pub - having thought to book a table for 8. After lunch we went to boundary mills which is an outlet shopping village and had a good look round. I didn't buy anything for a change. after this it was back to Karl`s - who had been minding the kids for us, and coffee and biscuits - before heading back about 6.30.
I would like to live in a more rural area - but don't know if I could go somewhere that quiet. Nice to visit though!

Paranoia

Oh my gosh! I do get worried. Call it paranoia if you like, but in this climate of underlying menace on the streets, I cant help worrying about my teenage son. He doesn't go out alone of a night unless he is driven there and back - I feel the streets aren't safe for a teenager - even a sensible, untroublsome one. But today, he went into town with some friends for a look round, a meal and a visit to the cinema. All pretty harmless stuff! But when it got to 7.30 and no sign of him and nothing but an answerphone message from his Mobile, I started to get the stirrings of unease in my stomach. Various horrible scenarios from the newspapers started popping into my head. Murders - attacks - muggings - Oh my God! Anything could happen. Finally, I phoned his friends dad, who told me his son had rung ten minutes ago to say they were getting on the train and should be home soon. Phew!!!!! Relief.
But I wasn't properly relieved until he set foot the house. apparently, he entered the wrong PIN into his mobile and it shut his phone down so he couldn't ring.
Hmmmm. Payphones????? But I`m just so glad he`s home and safe. I dread to think what I`ll be like when the twins are teenagers

Poetry spoken online

I came across this website were classic poets perform historic readings of their poetry - you can hear voices of poets dating back to 1889 - making poetry accessible to a wider audience. The address of this website is www.poetryarchive.

Scouse Mum - Joke

ChristmasYorkshire Terrier

Our Yorkie Sandy, Christmas 2005

Google Adsense

I thought I`d try a new template for a new start for the New Year. I do like it, but stuff keeps getting squashed up. I`m not too sure why yet, but I`ll keep looking.
Anyway, Google Adsense. I`m trying my best to get to grips with it. But how on earth does anyone make money from it? 

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The Finale to Lost - Series one

What a great end to series one. Who are those men who took Walt off in the boat? Where were they taking him? Back to the Island? And what was that wisp of smoke thing that tried to drag John Locke away?
The best bit though was the joke were the non-essential character starting questioning why the main characters were the only ones who seemed to matter? And why hasn't Hurley lost any weight? And then he blew himself up with dynamite - LOL! He was questioning the basic flaws in the plot in the way we all do, and he got his reward. Cant wait for the next series of LOST which is coming to the UK in the Spring.