Mist Chu Mor,Sweaty! [DAMN autocorrect!]
Happy Easter Pugsy Bear. x
Good Night.
luvvit
Well the wife’s sister gently passed away in the hospital on Thursday evening, R.I P, Phyllis was with her right up to the end, I was glad she was there at the time and that her sister’s suffering wasn’t dragged out too long (cancer)
She was buried on Saturday morning and we arrived back in Dublin today, the deceased don’t hang around for long over here, it’s all done fairly quickly, much better for all concerned I think. I won’t ramble on about it, I’m not being flippant, just that I’m getting so used to funerals and folks I know dying, but I supposed that happens the older you get. 
My God you haven’t been up to much in me absence have yiz?, call yourselves scribblers? I thought I’d have a belly full of reading to go through when I got back, but I’ll forgive you due to the good weather and the Easter holiday, better to be out enjoying yourselves that sitting at a screen all day long, I hope it put a bit of colour into your cheeks too.;-)
I’ll have plenty to scribble about in the coming weeks, don’t say you haven’t been warned, all the junk that has been passing through me head lately would fill a skip.
Listening to Martin Jarvis reading Billy Bunter on an audio book while coming home on the train, no one does this better than Jarvis, his Mr. Quelch is marvellous. Bunter is having a history lesson about the King hiding in the Royal Oak, he is not paying attention and when asked what the Royal Oak is he says he’s sure it’s a public house his Uncle drinks in. (actually there’s one called that about 2 miles from where I live, there must be scores of them in Britain)
The stories keep mentioning “The remove”, can anyone who has been to an English public school back in the 50’s tell me what “The Remove” is, and where it came from, I think it means the whole class, but in one’s ignorance one might be inclined to think it was a collective name for undertakers.
Poor old Billy Bunter is not PC these days, pity, I always got a good laugh from the books and comics as a kid, still do from the audio books, that’s the big kid still in me I suppose.
Of course being overweight in those days was sort of unique, the very few fat lads always had plenty of tuck as they usually had fat rich parents, the rest of us were like sticks, now it’s the other way round, the skinny kids eat all the right expensive food and the poor fat kids eat all the cheap crap, skinny is the way to be today while years ago it was to be pitied, funny old world ain’t it.
I remember me granny saying at the dinner table “Eat that big lump of fat Jimmy, it’ll put a big red neck on yeh” I hated fat on meat and I certainly did not want a big red neck, as it turned out I’m neither fat nor skinny and I have a grand little white neck on me, indeed some might even say a hard neck.
Welcome home Jem.
I lost my Godmother on Easter Sunday, I was with her to the end.
As she passed away in a care home over Easter, over here, everything is held up!!! Driving me crazy, and I am still very upset.
Good News is that I am flying to Dublin very soon, so you can either go into hiding, or arrange to meet me and my family.
So sorry to hear about the sad loss of your Sister in Law, Jem
My sincere condolences to Phyllis and yourself. x
Commiserations to both yourself and Phyllis for your loss but thankful it was a quiet passing. Although it doesn’t make the loss any easier it is all one would hope for.
(The Remove (education) … At Eton College, the Remove was historically immediately above the Fourth Form and corresponded to “E Block” (Year 10).
Impress your mates with that one Jem 
PHONES:
I got an answering machine. Now callers can hear a busy signal when they call and I’m out.
“Hello this is my answer machine. If you’re looking to buy weed, wait for the beep and press the Hash Key.”
“Hi. If you’re a burglar casing the place, we can’t come to the phone right now. We’re cleaning our weapons.”
“Hi, I’m probably home. I like to check out callers I don’t like. Leave a message and if I don’t call back, well you can guess why …”
HOSPITALS
A wife is visiting her husband in hospital “Darling,” he says anxiously “They obviously have no idea what’s wrong with me.”
“Why do you say that darling?”
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“Because there is a Suggestion Box at the end of my bed.”
A ward nurse answers the phone and the caller asks:
“Can you tell me how Mr. Bloggs is in bed 7 please?”
“Certainly, Mr Bloggs is now out of danger and recovering well. Who is this please?”
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“It’s Mr Bloggs in Bed 7. Nobody tells me anything.”
Due to a Urology error, orange juice is off the breakfast menu.
Nurse to patient: “They’re bringing in a case of diarrhea.”
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Patient “Can’t be worse than the coffee here!”
Well, it’s good to have a few stalwarts back on board has been quite quiet of late.
I feel for your loss Jem it’s a growing whammy of getting on in years.
I have taken to avoiding funerals, I want to remember my peers as full of life, mebbe thats the point of celebratory send offs…
I mean no offence & certainly not flippant like my pals in the old Working men’s club near here . Within a year of joining them, they had all passed on, ,mostly anyway
There was George, who used to beat his wife, who had the last laugh when she inherited 3 houses from HIS mother.
Harry, a Reggie Kray lookalike, he regularly downed 11 pints lunchtime too., Neville who kept tabs at the bar
David who regularly siphoned off the pound charge for visitors on games nights.It was all wasted on the one armed bandits.
Harry Taylor aged 94, who helped me compile a centenary book of the club… He had a photographic memory.
My ex SIL father, Bert. He had been a force to be reckoned with in the docks, THE shop steward, hde also served as club chairman for25 years. When his wife committed suicide he moved in with Grace next door and they lived until they were both 96. The club had closed & they just didn’t get out of bed again.
I have lost my drift but enjoyed remembering my mates, more later.
It might just be me, but, maybe Scribblers are Clearing the Decks.
We are not onboard yet.
Today,as I was at the end of the avenue my friend Chris lived in,I saw a horse-drawn hearse leaving his house,complete with coffin,flowers,mourners,etc…now,this both amazed and somewhat concerned me,as I attended his funeral last week!!! WTF???
Good Night everyone.
How bizzare Pugsy.
Yes,indeed it was. I didn’t go scooting up to ask WTF…bit having seen his coffin interred,it was something of a shock.
I would have been the same Pugsy.
Sorry to hear the sad news Sweetie, looks like we all have our cross to carry.
About Dublin, thanks for the warning Sweetie, I think I’ll go into hiding.
Seriously, thanks for the invite, but I don’t go in for meeting other members or arrangements as such, I’m too long in the tooth now “I love them just the way they are” as the old song goes, so I’ll let you and your family enjoy your stay in peace.