Saturday was quite good - I went into Coventry and met up with Carole and Amber - who seemed determined to play up - at least whilst she was with her mother! In the end, Carole got so fed up with her, she detatched the wrist strap from her arm, and said "here - you look after the little monster".
As soon as I put the strap around my wrist, Amber was as good as gold, walking along, sucking her thumb, and clinging onto me for grim death! (I think it might have been something to do with the fact that I promised her a Thornton's chocolate lolly!)
I left the pair of them later in the afternoon and got my hair cut / coloured, and got myself seriously relaxed, as I was going to be driving down to RHS Wisley - to see my daft friend.
I was supposed to meet up with him at 10:00, but I managed to get caught up in the aftermath of an accident on the M40... He called me at 09:35, and said that he was at Wisley, and wanted to know where I was!
Answer - belting down the M40 towards Princes Risborough, at a rather rapid pace (ok - about 90mph!) and was doing my best to get to Wisley with a clean driving license!
I got to Wisley at 10:15, and got parked, and walked up to my friend - who called out across the carpark...
"So what time do you call this, lover?"
I just grinned, as I saw the look on people's faces - they just didn't know what to make of the pair of us, especially as he hugged me - and to be honest, I thought he was trying to break my ribs - it was like a bear hug! I didn't object, as I knew that he didn't mean any harm, and that it was just his normal way of greeting me.
We walked across to the entrance of the gardens, and as I was smart enough to have grabbed Mum's RHS card, we got in for free - pest and guest!
The first thing that you see when you walk in, is a water Lilly pond, and there was a suggestion that I was used as a depth gauge - as in throw me in to see how deep it was! I pointed out that any attempt to do that would result in him being pulled in with me!
That made him laugh, and I suggested that we went to get a coffee - my treat, by way of an apology for being late. We sat talking, and it was like I'd only seen him a few days ago - I felt so relaxed in his company.
We decided to take a walk around the gardens, and swapped jokes and stories, and generally got to know each others' likes and dislikes... What I didn't realise was that he is very keen on roses - and I've suggested that next rose season, we head up to Austin Roses at Albrighton.
What I didn't realise at the time, was the fact that we share a similar outlook on life - as in there are friends that you trust to a certain extent, and then there are the friends that you trust implicitly - and would move heaven & earth to help.
I know this sounds silly, but this fella is one of those people that I would gladly drop everything and help - even if it was only just to provide an ear for him to bend, and a shoulder to fall apart on. Equally - I know that it works the other way, as he was the one who stopped me from calling it quits earlier in the year.
As the gardens closed at 15:45, we decided to go to a nearby pub (The Anchor - just outside Wisley village) where we just sat chatting about all sorts of things, and generally putting the world to rights once again.
When we finally decided that we could do no more about the world, we called it quits - with promises of not leaving it so damned long before we met up again, as the pair of us had really enjoyed spending the day together.
I still stand by what I said the first time that I met him - he's a really sweet fella, and if we were both single and lived closer to each other (he lives about 100 miles south of me!) I would seriously consider having a crack at him, as he's the sort of fella who I can relax with, and lose the hard nosed cow image....
And no - no matter what happens - I'm not going to let anything spoil my friendship - my other half knows damned well that there are some things that are non-negotiable -and this is one of them!
Suppose I should call it quits - I'm supposed to be working, not blogging!
Back tomorrow if I get the chance.
Karen.
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Time for a twisted joke....
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Ok - this is a joke that has been floating around for years in various guises, but my partner told it to me whilst we were out on the town with Julian and co, and I've got to admit, I couldn't help but laugh!
Two men are sitting at the top of the Empire State Building drinking, when the first guy turns to the other one and said "You know, last week I discovered if you jump from the top of the building, by the time you fall to the 10th floor, the wind around the building is so intense it carries you back into the window".
The bartender just shakes his head in disapproval while wiping the bar, but says nothing.
The second guy says "What? Are you insane? There's no way that could happen!"
"No, it's true" said the first guy, "let me prove it to you."
He gets up from the bar, jumps over the balcony and plummets towards the street below. When he passes the 10th floor, the wind whips him in the window, and he takes the elevator back up to the bar.
The second guy is astonished. "You know, I saw that with my own eyes, but it must've been a fluke. That was scientifically impossible!"
"No, I'll prove it again" said the first man as he jumps.
Again, just as his body hurtles towards the street, the wind whips him into the 10th floor window. He takes the elevator back to the bar.
Once upstairs, he successfully urges his dubious fellow drinker to try it.
"Well what the heck," the second guys says, "I've seen that it works, so I'll try it".
He jumps over the balcony and rapidly plunges downwards........ His body hits the pavement with a loud "splat"
Back upstairs, the bartender who had been silent the whole time turns to the first drinker, and shakes his head and says...........
"You know, Superman, you're a real bastard when you're pissed."
Hmm - suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering from a severe case of TNFI.............
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
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Two men are sitting at the top of the Empire State Building drinking, when the first guy turns to the other one and said "You know, last week I discovered if you jump from the top of the building, by the time you fall to the 10th floor, the wind around the building is so intense it carries you back into the window".
The bartender just shakes his head in disapproval while wiping the bar, but says nothing.
The second guy says "What? Are you insane? There's no way that could happen!"
"No, it's true" said the first guy, "let me prove it to you."
He gets up from the bar, jumps over the balcony and plummets towards the street below. When he passes the 10th floor, the wind whips him in the window, and he takes the elevator back up to the bar.
The second guy is astonished. "You know, I saw that with my own eyes, but it must've been a fluke. That was scientifically impossible!"
"No, I'll prove it again" said the first man as he jumps.
Again, just as his body hurtles towards the street, the wind whips him into the 10th floor window. He takes the elevator back to the bar.
Once upstairs, he successfully urges his dubious fellow drinker to try it.
"Well what the heck," the second guys says, "I've seen that it works, so I'll try it".
He jumps over the balcony and rapidly plunges downwards........ His body hits the pavement with a loud "splat"
Back upstairs, the bartender who had been silent the whole time turns to the first drinker, and shakes his head and says...........
"You know, Superman, you're a real bastard when you're pissed."
Hmm - suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering from a severe case of TNFI.............
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
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Another birthday, and another year older..
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They say that as you get older, you're supposed to get wiser... I can disprove that theory, as I don't feel any damned different... If anything, I feel dafter than normal.
But, having said that, my partner has made a real fuss of me today, and has said that he will do everything that he can to make me feel brighter than I have for a while.
But, having said that, my partner has made a real fuss of me today, and has said that he will do everything that he can to make me feel brighter than I have for a while.
I guess the news that I need to have this MRI scan on my shoulder is really bothering me, and I don't mind admitting that I'm scared out of my tiny mind about it, especially as Mum is having trouble with the screws in her knee...
They're making a break for freedom, and I know damned well that the most important thing is for her to get that sorted out - my shoulder is just a painful inconvinence compared with that!
Suppose I'd better call this entry quits, as I'm supposed to be getting ready to go out to dinner...
Back when I get the chance.
Karen.
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Up on cloud no. 9
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I don’t quite know where to start… Apart from the fact that as of 01.11.05, I no longer deal with the one account that has been the bane of my existence! I’m still dealing with the OTR side of things, and I’m being given some additional tasks to keep me out of mischief.
Not that I object – as it gives me something else to get my fangs into, and I get more involved with the OTR stuff…
My line manager called me into a meeting at 15:30 yesterday afternoon, and that was when I got given the news… He said that he was worried that I would start looking for another job, because of the hassle that this one account was causing me, and didn’t want that to happen!
I will admit that I was somewhat surprised, and wondered if my partner had said something to my line manager, as he knew how much this one account was dragging me down – as he was the poor sod who had to put up with my bad temper when I was stressed!
But, my surprise turned to delight, when I was told that I was going to be taking on more of the OTR side of things, which means that I get to grips with some of the more obscure processes…
We also sorted out some other bits and pieces that had been concerning me, and I will admit, that when I left the meeting, I felt like I was walking on air!
Hmm – suppose I should look like I’m doing something other than blogging!
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
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Not that I object – as it gives me something else to get my fangs into, and I get more involved with the OTR stuff…
My line manager called me into a meeting at 15:30 yesterday afternoon, and that was when I got given the news… He said that he was worried that I would start looking for another job, because of the hassle that this one account was causing me, and didn’t want that to happen!
I will admit that I was somewhat surprised, and wondered if my partner had said something to my line manager, as he knew how much this one account was dragging me down – as he was the poor sod who had to put up with my bad temper when I was stressed!
But, my surprise turned to delight, when I was told that I was going to be taking on more of the OTR side of things, which means that I get to grips with some of the more obscure processes…
We also sorted out some other bits and pieces that had been concerning me, and I will admit, that when I left the meeting, I felt like I was walking on air!
Hmm – suppose I should look like I’m doing something other than blogging!
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
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Back to the grindstone - and things have changed..
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I don't know what has happened in the department whilst I've been off, but things appear to have changed - for the worst.
My other half was joking with me on the 'phone, and said that he was going to make up for my non-appearance at work, because I was on holiday and that he said that he had quite a bit of work for me - I said that he'd been saving it up for me! He just laughed, but I noticed that he didn't deny saving the work for me!
I jokingly said that I was going sick today, and my line manager just looked at me, and said
"Don't you dare, Karen."
Normally he would have just laughed it off, and that would have been the end of it, but the look he gave me as I walked out last night made me wonder what the hell was going on. So, me being me, asked my partner what had been going on...
It turns out that my department had been really short staffed, as people had been off sick (or too pissed to come into work) and as a result, the powers that be in the department have really cracked down.
Needless to say, I was less than impressed as I felt that I was getting tarred with the same brush as those who got rat arsed, and refused to come into work.
But, thankfully, it looks like I will be escaping, as the OTR department are looking for what the guys are jokingly (or at least I hope they're joking) referring to as a cart-tart - i.e. someone to make them their coffee / teas when they're in the office, as well as doing the paperwork, and making sure that the back orders are clarified with them and the customer, before they get sent to the customer.
That's something that I don't object to, as it means that I get more involved with the bigger stuff (things that Carole jokingly refers to as Tonka toys), and hopefull, it will open a new path for me...
Suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering TNFI.......
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
My other half was joking with me on the 'phone, and said that he was going to make up for my non-appearance at work, because I was on holiday and that he said that he had quite a bit of work for me - I said that he'd been saving it up for me! He just laughed, but I noticed that he didn't deny saving the work for me!
I jokingly said that I was going sick today, and my line manager just looked at me, and said
"Don't you dare, Karen."
Normally he would have just laughed it off, and that would have been the end of it, but the look he gave me as I walked out last night made me wonder what the hell was going on. So, me being me, asked my partner what had been going on...
It turns out that my department had been really short staffed, as people had been off sick (or too pissed to come into work) and as a result, the powers that be in the department have really cracked down.
Needless to say, I was less than impressed as I felt that I was getting tarred with the same brush as those who got rat arsed, and refused to come into work.
But, thankfully, it looks like I will be escaping, as the OTR department are looking for what the guys are jokingly (or at least I hope they're joking) referring to as a cart-tart - i.e. someone to make them their coffee / teas when they're in the office, as well as doing the paperwork, and making sure that the back orders are clarified with them and the customer, before they get sent to the customer.
That's something that I don't object to, as it means that I get more involved with the bigger stuff (things that Carole jokingly refers to as Tonka toys), and hopefull, it will open a new path for me...
Suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering TNFI.......
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
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Mangled by the sawbones
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Well, I've been to see the sawbones, and it's not good news. I've got a couple of problems with the shoulder, and it means that I've got to go for an MRI scan at some point.
The tendons in the joint are severely inflamed, and just to add insult to injury, there's a bone spur on the shoulder, which looks like it could be assisting with the inflammation.
I will admit, I was more than a little unhappy with the decision of the sawbones to give me two jabs in the joint... I protested, and said that all the jabs had done in the past was cause my arm to swell up, and give me a bit of relief for a few days, and then back to the state it was before - i.e. damned painful!
This time, the jab caused more problems than ever. I went flat on my face, as I reacted to the jab as normal... As soon as the sawbones saw that reaction, he decided against giving me the second jab... Something for which I was tremendously greatful for, especially when I saw how badly I bruised!
So, as I type this, my shoulder is killing me, and I'm beginning to wonder if I've done the right thing, by letting that ham fisted surgeon loose on my shoulder!
Ah well, suppose I'd better log off and bog off - it's my turn to give the moggies their worming pills!
Back later, if I haven't been ripped to small pieces.
Karen.
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The tendons in the joint are severely inflamed, and just to add insult to injury, there's a bone spur on the shoulder, which looks like it could be assisting with the inflammation.
I will admit, I was more than a little unhappy with the decision of the sawbones to give me two jabs in the joint... I protested, and said that all the jabs had done in the past was cause my arm to swell up, and give me a bit of relief for a few days, and then back to the state it was before - i.e. damned painful!
This time, the jab caused more problems than ever. I went flat on my face, as I reacted to the jab as normal... As soon as the sawbones saw that reaction, he decided against giving me the second jab... Something for which I was tremendously greatful for, especially when I saw how badly I bruised!
So, as I type this, my shoulder is killing me, and I'm beginning to wonder if I've done the right thing, by letting that ham fisted surgeon loose on my shoulder!
Ah well, suppose I'd better log off and bog off - it's my turn to give the moggies their worming pills!
Back later, if I haven't been ripped to small pieces.
Karen.
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Back to the UK...
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Our last day in Gibraltar was Saturday, and Mum and I were flying out at 19:10 (local time - +2 hrs GMT), so we had quite a bit of time to kill..
The morning was somewhat overcast, and the cloud formation on the rock was something that I was determined to get a photograph of:
We decided to head down towards Casement Square to go and get something for lunch, and as we were walking down Main Street, we heard pipes and drums.. I wasn't quick enough with my camera to get the approach, but I did manage to get this picture:
According to one of the locals, they were marching to Casement Square for the ceremony of the keys, which took place every Saturday at 12:00...
Unfortunately, Mum wasn't fit enough to walk down to the square for 12:00, and I was unwilling to leave her to go and see the ceremony.. But I did manage to get this picture of the guards preparing to march back up Main Street:
The rest of the day, Mum and I spent shopping for the usual silly last minute bits and pieces, before heading to the airport... Which was where the fun and games started.
The first part was the total fiasco that passed for check-in. One desk for our flight (Monarch), whilst the BA flight had about four desks... Once that particular hurdle was dealt with, it was relatively painless to go through security and all the other formalities... And then we reached the departure lounge. And I though Jersey airport was primative!
Thankfully, we didn't have too long to wait before our flight, and were able to get semi-comfortable.. (I swear that they'd crammed more seats on the damned plane, but that's another grump that I've always had about travelling!)
The landing at Luton. What can I say, apart from the fact that I swear the aircraft thought it was a kangaroo. It bounced about 4 times on landing, and then it was the fun and games of the hike to passport control. Mum was knackered, and I wasn't much better, and to be honest, I was less than impressed with Luton airport's groundstaff.
They could see that Mum was struggling, and yet when you asked for help, it was a case of "sorry - not my department." I felt like asking them if they knew the meaning of customer service, but I didn't, as I was too damned tired, and all I wanted to do was get the case and get the hell out of there.
Then came the fun with the damned taxi. Neither mum or I were told that the driver would be waiting outside, so that added another 45 minutes to the time that we were stuck in the airport!
Needless to say, the pair of us have said that in future, we will refuse to travel from Luton, as it's a pain in the tail to get to, and a bloody mess.
Suppose I should log off and bog off, as I've got stuff to do around the house.
Back when I get the chance.
Karen.
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Exploring the gardens..
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Friday, Mum and I decided that we were going to go to the Botanical Gardens, as the pair of us are into our exotic plants...
The entrance was by the cable car, and was fronted by a magnificent pair of iron gates:
There was a wide variety of cacti, that I had only see growing under glass .. Things like the magnificent prickly pear - complete with it's stunning flower:
The rest of the garden was filled with plants that Mum and I had seen as conservatory plants in the UK, and occasionally in the wild, on our various travels...
But the one image that sticks in my mind is the famous Dragon Tree:
The hibiscus was the thing that Mum fell in love with, and I threatened to put sticking plasters on her finger nails, in order to stop her taking cuttings!
The rest of the gardens were lovely, and there was a small garden area located by the cafe.. The plants there were all poisonous, and I was quite taken with the idea of putting the cafe by them!
Time to call this entry quits - I'm being summoned for something!
Back tomorrow...
Karen.
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The entrance was by the cable car, and was fronted by a magnificent pair of iron gates:
There was a wide variety of cacti, that I had only see growing under glass .. Things like the magnificent prickly pear - complete with it's stunning flower:
The rest of the garden was filled with plants that Mum and I had seen as conservatory plants in the UK, and occasionally in the wild, on our various travels...
But the one image that sticks in my mind is the famous Dragon Tree:
The hibiscus was the thing that Mum fell in love with, and I threatened to put sticking plasters on her finger nails, in order to stop her taking cuttings!
The rest of the gardens were lovely, and there was a small garden area located by the cafe.. The plants there were all poisonous, and I was quite taken with the idea of putting the cafe by them!
Time to call this entry quits - I'm being summoned for something!
Back tomorrow...
Karen.
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Jerez de la Frontera..
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Thursday, Mum and I went to Jerez de la Frontera. The only thing that I knew about Jerez, was the fact that there was a Formula 1 circuit there, and a famous horse fair that was held in May.
But, there was a lot more to Jerez than I'd realised... It turned out that the area was the sherry producing region of Spain! As far as I was concerned, sherry was the disgusting stuff that my great Aunt used to drink at Christmas...
The first stop on the trip (the one that I wasn't really looking forward to at all) was to the Harvey's sherry Bodega... (See http://www.jerezharveys.com/ for more info)
The main Bodega (pictured above) held about 1.5 million litres of Sherry, and the barrels were stacked five high, with the initials of the taster chalked onto the barrel, and the date that the various types had been tested:
That was a bit worrying for me, as I noticed that some of the barrels were leaking!
The various stages of the sherry making process were explained, and to be honest, I was pleasantly surprised by the taste... The Spanish drink it straight out of the fridge, over ice with a decent lump of orange in it.
The second part of the trip was the bit that I was really looking forward to.. We were going to the Spanish riding school... (See http://www.realescuela.org/ ).
Outside, there was a mounted police officer keeping the traffic moving, and preventing the tourists being run over by the passing motorists:
The school itself was impressive, and there were ushers keeping an eye open for people with cameras, as photography was forbidden...
But that didn't stop me taking photos!
Time to log off and bog off - my dratted mobile's ringing...
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
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But, there was a lot more to Jerez than I'd realised... It turned out that the area was the sherry producing region of Spain! As far as I was concerned, sherry was the disgusting stuff that my great Aunt used to drink at Christmas...
The first stop on the trip (the one that I wasn't really looking forward to at all) was to the Harvey's sherry Bodega... (See http://www.jerezharveys.com/ for more info)
The main Bodega (pictured above) held about 1.5 million litres of Sherry, and the barrels were stacked five high, with the initials of the taster chalked onto the barrel, and the date that the various types had been tested:
That was a bit worrying for me, as I noticed that some of the barrels were leaking!
The various stages of the sherry making process were explained, and to be honest, I was pleasantly surprised by the taste... The Spanish drink it straight out of the fridge, over ice with a decent lump of orange in it.
The second part of the trip was the bit that I was really looking forward to.. We were going to the Spanish riding school... (See http://www.realescuela.org/ ).
Outside, there was a mounted police officer keeping the traffic moving, and preventing the tourists being run over by the passing motorists:
The school itself was impressive, and there were ushers keeping an eye open for people with cameras, as photography was forbidden...
But that didn't stop me taking photos!
Time to log off and bog off - my dratted mobile's ringing...
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
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Walking to St Micheal's cave - and playing with more monkeys!
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The next point for me to escape to was St Micheal's cave. The signs from the visitor centre at the top of the rock said that it was 20min away... 20 min by car, maybe, but on foot, it was more like 45 min... But that could have been due to the fact that I was stopping every so often to take photographs of things that caught my eye - like this little crocus:
This wasn't growing in someone's garden - this was growing by the side of the road, in a gap in the rock!
The entrance to St Micheal's cave was nothing special - a tourist shop selling the usual bits and pieces, and a small hut where a seemingly bored fella checked to make sure that each visitor had a valid ticket.
The cave itself wasn't spectacular (not when you compared it to places like Cheddar Gorge), but the stactites were beautiful:
One of the stalactites had fallen from the roof, and had a section cut away and polished, which showed the most beautiful markings imaginable:
On the way back, I decided to stop at the so called Apes Den - where the second troop of Barbery Apes lived.. There were loads of signs up telling people not to touch the apes, but it seemed that some of the tour guides took no notice of the signs:
But the one image that did make me smile, was this one:
It was one of the younger monkeys, and had jumped over the fence in an attempt to try and avoid getting beaten up by this monkey:
Hmm - suppose I should go and sort the moggies out.....
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
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This wasn't growing in someone's garden - this was growing by the side of the road, in a gap in the rock!
The entrance to St Micheal's cave was nothing special - a tourist shop selling the usual bits and pieces, and a small hut where a seemingly bored fella checked to make sure that each visitor had a valid ticket.
The cave itself wasn't spectacular (not when you compared it to places like Cheddar Gorge), but the stactites were beautiful:
One of the stalactites had fallen from the roof, and had a section cut away and polished, which showed the most beautiful markings imaginable:
On the way back, I decided to stop at the so called Apes Den - where the second troop of Barbery Apes lived.. There were loads of signs up telling people not to touch the apes, but it seemed that some of the tour guides took no notice of the signs:
But the one image that did make me smile, was this one:
It was one of the younger monkeys, and had jumped over the fence in an attempt to try and avoid getting beaten up by this monkey:
Hmm - suppose I should go and sort the moggies out.....
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
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Heading up the rock... And playing with the monkeys!
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Wednesday, Mum and I decided that we would head up the Rock, and see the monkeys. There were large notices saying that it was a £500 fine for feeding the monkeys, and tourists were advised to keep plastic bags out of their way, as they (the monkeys) associated the bags with food, and would rip them open if they couldn't steal them!
To get up the rock there are several ways - you can walk (a non-starter for Mum), get a tour of Gibraltar (which was expensive - the tours were about £40 per hour!) and the other way was to get the cable car.
That was the option that Mum and I took, and on the way up, I was able to get some really good photographs. (The camera has proven to be one hell of an investment!)
As we got towards to top of the rock, Mum and I spotted what we thought were scrawny chickens... It turned out that they were Barbery Partridges - and are extremely rare!
As we entered the visitor "centre", Mum and I both noticed that there were large signs warning about carrying plastic carrier bags. It turns out that the monkeys associate them with food, and will either snatch them away from you, or will tear them open to steal the food! We saw this happen, unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough with the camera to get the proof!
The views were phenomenal, and as I was looking, I spotted an aircraft... Ok - I thought that it was going to land in Spain, as the approach didn't seem right...
Then , the aircraft banked, and appeared to be skimming the waves!
The landing was something that I was interested to see, as I knew for a fact that the runway was rather intimidating - water on three sides!
The Monkeys were all over the place, and some would even pose for a photograph - if you were quick enough!
Suppose I should log off and bog off - I'm supposed to be getting on with some housework!
Back later, if I get the chance...
Karen.
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To get up the rock there are several ways - you can walk (a non-starter for Mum), get a tour of Gibraltar (which was expensive - the tours were about £40 per hour!) and the other way was to get the cable car.
That was the option that Mum and I took, and on the way up, I was able to get some really good photographs. (The camera has proven to be one hell of an investment!)
As we got towards to top of the rock, Mum and I spotted what we thought were scrawny chickens... It turned out that they were Barbery Partridges - and are extremely rare!
The views were phenomenal, and as I was looking, I spotted an aircraft... Ok - I thought that it was going to land in Spain, as the approach didn't seem right...
Then , the aircraft banked, and appeared to be skimming the waves!
The landing was something that I was interested to see, as I knew for a fact that the runway was rather intimidating - water on three sides!
The Monkeys were all over the place, and some would even pose for a photograph - if you were quick enough!
Suppose I should log off and bog off - I'm supposed to be getting on with some housework!
Back later, if I get the chance...
Karen.
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First impressions…
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I don’t quite know what I expected Gibraltar to look like. The first day was really wiped out by the travelling, as Mum and I had been up since 03:00 BST…
However, the Tuesday was just spent exploring our surroundings, and trying to find somewhere to eat, as the hotel was on a bed & breakfast basis…
We found a really nice bar / restaurant in the bottom end of town – a square called Casement Square. Until a few years ago, it used to be a car park, but the Gibraltarian government decided that they would demolish the car park, and turn it into the local equivalent of an Italian piazza.
However, the Tuesday was just spent exploring our surroundings, and trying to find somewhere to eat, as the hotel was on a bed & breakfast basis…
We found a really nice bar / restaurant in the bottom end of town – a square called Casement Square. Until a few years ago, it used to be a car park, but the Gibraltarian government decided that they would demolish the car park, and turn it into the local equivalent of an Italian piazza.
The rock itself dominates the skyline – there are very few places on the rock that you cannot see the rock from.
What surprised me, was the fact that there appeared to be houses bulit quite a way up the rock!
The food at the restaurant was really good, and reasonable – my personal favourites were the sizzling fajitas, and the swordfish steak!
Suppose I’d better call it quits – I’ve got things to do around the house.
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
Suppose I’d better call it quits – I’ve got things to do around the house.
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
Never again!!
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What am I saying never again to? Simple. Flying out of London Luton airport, that’s what!
The trip to the airport wasn’t too bad – it was the mess that followed. The ground staff didn’t seem interested, and to be honest, I could see why there have been so many cases of the tabloid papers having reports taking photographs of themselves with various bits of illegal items onboard the aircraft – such as replica hand guns and knives…
What makes me say this? The mere fact that both Mum and I were carrying in our hand luggage what are classed as prohibited items – Mum had a pair of nail clippers, and I had a pair of tweezers.
Then, came the farce that was the gate. Gate? A cattle pen would have more use. The gates were so close together that the various flights seemed to merge into one big lump, and when people thought that you were trying to queue jump, glared, grumbled and generally made things damned difficult to get to the gate so that you could board the flight!
Once you got through the crush, you then had to walk down several flights of stairs, and get herded onto a bus. I swear that if you treated livestock like that, then the RSPCA would be bringing a prosecution against you for animal cruelty!
Then it was the steps upto the aircraft. I could manage, as I’m reasonably nimble on my feet, but poor Mum really struggled, as the steps were quite large, and no-one even thought to ask if she needed any help!
There was one shining spot on the trip outbound – the guy on the check-in desk blocked the row that Mum and I were sitting in, so that Mum could have the aisle seat, and me the window seat... That way, Mum was able to stretch her leg out a bit more and I didn’t have to worry about anyone knocking my arm…
The approach to the runway at Gibraltar is quite an experience – and rather disconcerting when you realise that the runway sticks out into the bay of Gibraltar, and has water on three sides of it! (As you’ll see from later photographs in the various posts!)
The landing though, was one of the worse that I’ve had… I swear that the pilot bounced the aircraft (a B757-200) about four times, before we came to a halt at the airport…
The return trip, I’ll deal with in a later post, as I want to keep this in chronological order…
Suppose I should log off and bog off – I’ve still got to unpack, and get the various bits sorted out…
Back later, if I get the peace and quiet from the moggies...
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
Getting in the holiday mood
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It's my last day in the office, and I am so glad. I've had enough crap thrown at me this week to last me a blasted month, and all because of one account.
On the positive side, I've been able to spend quite a bit of time with my partner, who has been a real angel. As my shoulder has been giving me an awful lot of trouble, he went to Holland & Barratt (a local health-food / alternative remedy shop), and bought a bottle of Comfrey oil, which he has been kind enough to massage into the shoulder.
But, I will admit to the fact that I'll miss him whilst I'm away, as we spend most evenings talking on the 'phone if we're not together.
Despite this, I'm really looking forward to my holiday, as I've never been to Gibraltar before.. And I've had my share of the rude comments leveled at me by colleagues in the OTR department - most of them being along these lines..
"You going to see your relatives then?"
"I've got relatives buried on Gibraltar, but none living that I know of...."
"I was talking about the monkeys"
Thanks. Nice to know that I'm being likened to a monkey now! And yes - I am aware of the correct name - the "monkeys" are actually Barbary Apes.
Suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I am really suffering from a bad case of TNFI......
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
On the positive side, I've been able to spend quite a bit of time with my partner, who has been a real angel. As my shoulder has been giving me an awful lot of trouble, he went to Holland & Barratt (a local health-food / alternative remedy shop), and bought a bottle of Comfrey oil, which he has been kind enough to massage into the shoulder.
But, I will admit to the fact that I'll miss him whilst I'm away, as we spend most evenings talking on the 'phone if we're not together.
Despite this, I'm really looking forward to my holiday, as I've never been to Gibraltar before.. And I've had my share of the rude comments leveled at me by colleagues in the OTR department - most of them being along these lines..
"You going to see your relatives then?"
"I've got relatives buried on Gibraltar, but none living that I know of...."
"I was talking about the monkeys"
Thanks. Nice to know that I'm being likened to a monkey now! And yes - I am aware of the correct name - the "monkeys" are actually Barbary Apes.
Suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I am really suffering from a bad case of TNFI......
Back later, if I get the chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
Starting to growl...
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There are some customers who really make you swear. They complain because you've not done something, and then when you do get the problem sorted, they complain because they weren't ready for the problem to be solved.
To be honest, the faster today is over and done with, the happier I'm going to be, as I'm fed up with being the one that gets the kick in the tail end, because something has gone wrong. Ok - I admit that I'm not perfect - far from it. But it galls me that I'm the one that gets hit from all sides when something doesn't go to plan.
As it stands, it's this one account that gives me all the grief, and to be honest, I'm getting to the stage where I don't want to have anything to do with them at all. But, that's giving in, and that's not what I'm known for - quitting is not my style at all.
But, knowing me, I'll feel better when I've got back off my holiday, and I know that my shoulder is being sorted out.
Ah well, suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but to be honest, I'm suffering from a severe case of TNFI...
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
To be honest, the faster today is over and done with, the happier I'm going to be, as I'm fed up with being the one that gets the kick in the tail end, because something has gone wrong. Ok - I admit that I'm not perfect - far from it. But it galls me that I'm the one that gets hit from all sides when something doesn't go to plan.
As it stands, it's this one account that gives me all the grief, and to be honest, I'm getting to the stage where I don't want to have anything to do with them at all. But, that's giving in, and that's not what I'm known for - quitting is not my style at all.
But, knowing me, I'll feel better when I've got back off my holiday, and I know that my shoulder is being sorted out.
Ah well, suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but to be honest, I'm suffering from a severe case of TNFI...
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
What a weekend...
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After the crap Friday I had, the weekend was just what the tiger needed to feel back on top form.
It started off with me going into Stratford with Carole, Amber and Rachel. Amber was being a little monster, and seemed to be determined to see how many tourists she could trip up / kick. The only thing that kept her under reasonable control, was the threat of not getting any toffee bon-bons!
Then, Saturday night, I was out with Julian and co... And Julian and one person who shall remain nameless (or at least until I get the blackmail photos) sang a bloody good version of Ricky Martin's Livin' la vida loca - complete with the dance steps!
Once we'd left the club, we all headed back to Julian's place, and I admit that I didn't go to bed... I stayed up playing GT4 on the playstation, and I don't mind admitting that I was running on pure adrenalin to keep me going...
Hmm - suppose I'd better think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering from TNFI already! Must be getting into holiday mode early.......!
Back when I get chance...
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
It started off with me going into Stratford with Carole, Amber and Rachel. Amber was being a little monster, and seemed to be determined to see how many tourists she could trip up / kick. The only thing that kept her under reasonable control, was the threat of not getting any toffee bon-bons!
Then, Saturday night, I was out with Julian and co... And Julian and one person who shall remain nameless (or at least until I get the blackmail photos) sang a bloody good version of Ricky Martin's Livin' la vida loca - complete with the dance steps!
Once we'd left the club, we all headed back to Julian's place, and I admit that I didn't go to bed... I stayed up playing GT4 on the playstation, and I don't mind admitting that I was running on pure adrenalin to keep me going...
Hmm - suppose I'd better think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering from TNFI already! Must be getting into holiday mode early.......!
Back when I get chance...
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
Cor blimey!
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Mine is but to post such gems - and this came from my daft hog riding friend!
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.(Hardly seems worth it.)
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.(Now that's more like it!)
The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps to squirt blood 30 feet out of the body. (O.M.G.!)
A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.********** Man 'O' Man!!!
A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.
(Creepy.) (I'm still not over the pig.)
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
(Do not try this at home...... maybe at work.)
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.
("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")
The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.
(30 minutes... lucky pig... can you imagine??)
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)
Some lions mate over 50 times a day.(I still want to be a pig in my next life... quality over quantity)
Butterflies taste with their feet.(Something I always wanted to know.)
The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.(Hmmmmmm........)
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference? )
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.(OK, so that would be a good thing....)
A cat's urine glows under a black light.(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)
Starfish have no brains.(I know some people like that.)
Polar bears are left-handed.(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.)
Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.(What about that pig??)
Suppose I should think about doing some w*rk...
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.(Hardly seems worth it.)
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.(Now that's more like it!)
The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps to squirt blood 30 feet out of the body. (O.M.G.!)
A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.********** Man 'O' Man!!!
A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.
(Creepy.) (I'm still not over the pig.)
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
(Do not try this at home...... maybe at work.)
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.
("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")
The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.
(30 minutes... lucky pig... can you imagine??)
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)
Some lions mate over 50 times a day.(I still want to be a pig in my next life... quality over quantity)
Butterflies taste with their feet.(Something I always wanted to know.)
The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.(Hmmmmmm........)
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference? )
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.(OK, so that would be a good thing....)
A cat's urine glows under a black light.(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)
Starfish have no brains.(I know some people like that.)
Polar bears are left-handed.(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.)
Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.(What about that pig??)
Suppose I should think about doing some w*rk...
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
Getting caught on the hop...
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There's nothing like a bit of banter to make me feel brighter... I was away from my desk, and I heard my 'phone bleep, and me being half asleep didn't check the number...
"You didn't recognize my number that time, did you Karen?" came the mocking tone on my 'phone. It was my other half.
"If I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have answered my 'phone."
That made him laugh, and he started having a gentle dig at me because I apparently sounded half asleep! I refrained from saying that I'd been up at 04:30 this morning to go horse-riding!
But, that was my decision, and I don't regret it for a moment, as it was a lovely ride this morning... The birds were starting to sing, and Flame was being an absolute angel - almost as if she realized that I was feeling fragile because my shoulder was (and still is) giving me hell.
Ok - I know that going horse-riding probably wasn't the best thing that I could have done, but I'm not going to give up my horse just yet... Ok - if I have to have the shoulder operated on (and I get a horrible feeling I will do) I'll stop riding, but until it gets to that stage then I'll be in the saddle as much as I possibly can.
Ah well, suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm not really in the mood....
Back later if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
"You didn't recognize my number that time, did you Karen?" came the mocking tone on my 'phone. It was my other half.
"If I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have answered my 'phone."
That made him laugh, and he started having a gentle dig at me because I apparently sounded half asleep! I refrained from saying that I'd been up at 04:30 this morning to go horse-riding!
But, that was my decision, and I don't regret it for a moment, as it was a lovely ride this morning... The birds were starting to sing, and Flame was being an absolute angel - almost as if she realized that I was feeling fragile because my shoulder was (and still is) giving me hell.
Ok - I know that going horse-riding probably wasn't the best thing that I could have done, but I'm not going to give up my horse just yet... Ok - if I have to have the shoulder operated on (and I get a horrible feeling I will do) I'll stop riding, but until it gets to that stage then I'll be in the saddle as much as I possibly can.
Ah well, suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm not really in the mood....
Back later if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
Still fighting..
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Well, Coventry airport's owners are appealing even before the final decision has been made about their cattle shed of a terminal.
I can understand why the locals are getting so upset - Coventry airport used to be just a small airfield, with a few light aircraft and the DC10 from Air Atlantique taking off from there. Now, they're subjected to the noise and smell of a B737 taking off.
The best is yet to come, as the planes from Coventry have a maximum height on takeoff of 1500ft, due to the fact that they are in the same controlled airspace as Birmingham airport!
But, if the reports are true, then the shareholders of the company that owns the airport may force them to sell - much to the delight of the locals, with whom I have great sympathy...
Suppose I should think about doing some more w*rk, but the interest level is practically zero at the moment!
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
I can understand why the locals are getting so upset - Coventry airport used to be just a small airfield, with a few light aircraft and the DC10 from Air Atlantique taking off from there. Now, they're subjected to the noise and smell of a B737 taking off.
The best is yet to come, as the planes from Coventry have a maximum height on takeoff of 1500ft, due to the fact that they are in the same controlled airspace as Birmingham airport!
But, if the reports are true, then the shareholders of the company that owns the airport may force them to sell - much to the delight of the locals, with whom I have great sympathy...
Suppose I should think about doing some more w*rk, but the interest level is practically zero at the moment!
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
Back to the fuel protests..
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Well, it's started. What am I talking about? Only the panic buying that's going on for fuel. I'm lucky, as I've got 3/4 of a tank of fuel on board the Pug, and Mum's got about the same on her car as well.
The last time the fuel protests happened, my family was lucky, as Dad was on the essential users list, and because of the petrol mowers, we had about 30l of fuel in the garage in steel containers!
Ok - I agree with the fuel protests, as I'm fed up paying extortionate rates for the luxury of having a car, as I'm in a situation where public transport is a total non-starter, as the location of my office, and the mere fact that I have to go out on business means that I need the car.
In an ideal world, I'd have the Pug converted to an alternative fuel, but at the moment, the minute I do anything like that, Peugeot will say that I have invalidated my mechanical & bodywork warranties, and I'm up the proverbial creek without a canoe, let alone a paddle!
Hmm - suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering from a case of TNFI...
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
The last time the fuel protests happened, my family was lucky, as Dad was on the essential users list, and because of the petrol mowers, we had about 30l of fuel in the garage in steel containers!
Ok - I agree with the fuel protests, as I'm fed up paying extortionate rates for the luxury of having a car, as I'm in a situation where public transport is a total non-starter, as the location of my office, and the mere fact that I have to go out on business means that I need the car.
In an ideal world, I'd have the Pug converted to an alternative fuel, but at the moment, the minute I do anything like that, Peugeot will say that I have invalidated my mechanical & bodywork warranties, and I'm up the proverbial creek without a canoe, let alone a paddle!
Hmm - suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering from a case of TNFI...
Back later, if I get chance.
Karen.
I walk where others fear to tread
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