It gets pretty complicated with me, as my Mum's family are mostly Lancashire (with a fair bit of Yorkshire as well which they don't talk about) so mostly "British" with a few Scandi roots I expect. Dad is a mixture of Cornish (which could mean anything from Spanish to actual Cornish if such a thing ever existed) mixed with a proper melting pot from South Africa including Dutch, Zulu, Xhosa, Malaysian and funnily enough another bit of Cornish...and then there was me I find it all fascinating but largely irrelevant other than it all contributed to the gorgeous human that I am. I've yet to take a test but I will at some point just out of curiosity. Much more important to me is that I had a bit of a climbing accident a month ago after drinking cider and succumbing to peer pressure...pretty sore lower back which has made driving a misery which really sucks as I have a 25mile trip to work every day. After doing nothing about it other than a bit of self medication, I've now had it X-rayed and have apparently fractured 2 vertebrae and my blasted coccyx. That explains the pain somewhat Now all I need to do is start remembering I'm 51 not 21 when I've had a few drinks and not try doing things that I used to do easily and assume I still can, like free climbing or as it is more accurately described these days, free falling (which is cool when Tom Petty sang about it, or when parachuting, but less cool on a pub crawl) I lasted the night out due to the anaesthetic quality of Cheddar Valley cider however I certainly knew about it the day after the day after!
With a nice bit of brie to follow? For the uninitiated, FLT is utterly anal-retentive OCD to the power infinity about cheese that isn't cut just so. Don't abuse this knowledge if you ever meet him. Please don't. That would be horribly unfair. If you do, send pictures. Vin
An elderly couple walk into a fast food restaurant. They order one hamburger, one order of fries and one drink. The old man unwraps the plain hamburger and carefully cuts it in half. He places one half in front of his wife. He then carefully counts out the fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placing one pile in front of his wife. He takes a sip of the drink, his wife takes a sip and then sets the cup down between them. As he begins to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them keep looking over and whispering ‘That poor old couple – all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.’ As the man begins to eat his fries a young man comes to the table. He politely offers to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man replies that they’re just fine – they’re just used to sharing everything. The surrounding people noticed the little old lady hadn’t eaten a bite. She sits there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink. Again the young man comes over and begs them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman says ‘No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.’ As the old man finishes and was wipes his face neatly with the napkin,the young man again comes over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asks ‘May I ask what is it you are waiting for?’ The old woman answers… ‘THE TEETH.’
On that note............... Hi Fran, hope you are enjoying the rivers. Nothing to see here, no Saints news, no world news, nothing. Your welcome.
The view from the clubhouse, Vistabella Golf, a five minute walk from my front door. Love this place.
Feel better soon, RJ! I fractured my coccyx many years ago sliding down an icy slope in Sweden using only a thin mat to protect me from the (then unknown) rocks just under the surface. So I can sympathise on how painful it is and how funny everyone finds it ....... “Free Falling” - what a great track. Not appropriate on this thread though .......
Thanks Dave. I liked my Doctor's advice after he explained how it was not something that could be treated but would get better eventually - put a cushion on the car seat and try not to sit down too much the rest of the time! Thanks Doc
