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I traded that in for a real brain a good while ago.
It's a bit creaky now, and the memory ain't what it was (what was that stuff to improve cognitive function?), but it's better than the alternative.
:)

Young people today with all this new tech stuff should be way smarter on average, when they reach my age of 98 in contrast to those in my current generation.
 
Young people today with all this new tech stuff should be way smarter on average, when they reach my age of 98 in contrast to those in my current generation.

Round here they are called the "Head Down" generation.

What gets even more stupid is matters such as the sculpture in Salisbury Cathedral grounds. It's called "the Kiss" and it's a pair of clasping hands, 20ft tall, the wrists of each are either side of the path.
Well, they Were.
Not now.
Because "We had to move 'The Kiss' because people were walking through texting and said they bumped their heads! Oh well!!"

Words fail me!
Anyone else would have put a safety notice up.
 
Soldier, R.I.P.

I wrote my poem Salute last September when I was told my friend had been admitted to hospital in Kentucky and given the Last Rites. He died two weeks ago, and I have only just been told.

He was one of the survivors of D-Day on Omaha Beach, having already been on the landings in Sicily and at Anzio. He was one of the few battle-hardened US troops who survived Omaha but he lost all his friends in the sea off that beach even before he got ashore.

He ended WW2 in the European Theater with the Silver Star and the Purple Heart with two clusters. When he landed at Anzio he was with three buddies. When they broke out from Anzio, there were only four legs between the four men, and he had two of the legs but was carrying shrapnel in both. He was still limping when he landed at Omaha.

Some years ago he came to the UK and visited Normandy. I was pleased that I was able to say 'Thank you' in person to him.
 
I wrote my poem Salute last September when I was told my friend had been admitted to hospital in Kentucky and given the Last Rites. He died two weeks ago, and I have only just been told.

He was one of the survivors of D-Day on Omaha Beach, having already been on the landings in Sicily and at Anzio. He was one of the few battle-hardened US troops who survived Omaha but he lost all his friends in the sea off that beach even before he got ashore.

He ended WW2 in the European Theater with the Silver Star and the Purple Heart with two clusters. When he landed at Anzio he was with three buddies. When they broke out from Anzio, there were only four legs between the four men, and he had two of the legs but was carrying shrapnel in both. He was still limping when he landed at Omaha.

Some years ago he came to the UK and visited Normandy. I was pleased that I was able to say 'Thank you' in person to him.

May he rest in Peace.
 
I wrote my poem Salute last September when I was told my friend had been admitted to hospital in Kentucky and given the Last Rites. He died two weeks ago, and I have only just been told.

He was one of the survivors of D-Day on Omaha Beach, having already been on the landings in Sicily and at Anzio. He was one of the few battle-hardened US troops who survived Omaha but he lost all his friends in the sea off that beach even before he got ashore.

He ended WW2 in the European Theater with the Silver Star and the Purple Heart with two clusters. When he landed at Anzio he was with three buddies. When they broke out from Anzio, there were only four legs between the four men, and he had two of the legs but was carrying shrapnel in both. He was still limping when he landed at Omaha.

Some years ago he came to the UK and visited Normandy. I was pleased that I was able to say 'Thank you' in person to him.

:rose:
 
Free Plot Bunny to a good home:

The perfect name for a strip club: The Slut Hut. :D
 
I just returned from taking my eldest daughter fifteen miles to hospital outpatients for a minor procedure. Normally she'd drive herself but had a bad reaction on a previous visit. Mum and Dad had to collect her AND her car.

I had to wait in the car park for an hour watching frustrated people driving around looking for non-existent and expensive parking spaces.

As my daughter said 'At our respective ages it should be me driving you to hospital'. I'm just relieved that I still can drive to take her. :rolleyes:
 
I just returned from taking my eldest daughter fifteen miles to hospital outpatients for a minor procedure. Normally she'd drive herself but had a bad reaction on a previous visit. Mum and Dad had to collect her AND her car.

I had to wait in the car park for an hour watching frustrated people driving around looking for non-existent and expensive parking spaces.

As my daughter said 'At our respective ages it should be me driving you to hospital'. I'm just relieved that I still can drive to take her. :rolleyes:

:rose: There's something very comforting about having your father drive you to an appointment like that. My Dad drove me for my pre-op and then the procedure several years ago. It's a good memory.
 
Okay, I'm gonna work on that story if it kills me, dammit! Why can't I finish anything these days?!! Blargh, argle, grrrr... :rolleyes:
 
I deleted the post that had been here prior. I didn't realize until recently that the post above my own was connected to a remembrance post from oggbashan. My apologies sir and my condolences to you.

:rose:

There was no need to delete or apologise. This is the 'Isolated Blurt Thread'. :D
 
Daughters!

This month all three daughters are causing chaos in our retired peaceful existence.

One wants us to lecture children at her school on Wednesday. We still don't know the format or what is expected of us.

Another has thrown a spanner in the arrangements for grandchildren care we provide.

The third is off on a long train holiday and my wife has to be part of the cat-sitting rota in London.

We are trying to finalise arrangements for our short break starting on Friday but daughters' requirements are interrupting our planning.

We love them really...
 
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