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I wish the Outback Steakhouse girl was interested in me sexually. She looked so attractive in her non-work clothing today, I just wanted to grab her.
 
Today's Blurt:

A contact through Genes Reunited has vastly increased my (real life) family tree.

On my maternal grandmother's line is an unusual surname that frequently occurs in Genes Reunited hot matches because it is so distinctive. However this contact has traced that surname back to a man who was born in the Kingdom of Navarre (now part of Spain) in 1250, dying in Essex in 1304. His descendants lived in Essex until my great-grandmother's generation moved to London in the mid 19th Century.

I don't mind being a tiny part Spanish, but Essex! The shame of it. I live, and my daughters were born, in Kent.

And there's more. My great-grandmother's older brother was convicted at the Old Bailey of stealing a pair of trousers and other lesser items. He could have been sentenced to death but the judge was merciful. He was transported to Tasmania for seven years. At the time of the trial he was 12 years old.

So now I'm related to Essex Girls AND a convict sent to Australia. :D

Og

PS. For my friends across the pond. Kent and Essex are distinct counties that are rivals at many things. They consider themselves as different as Texas and California.

I do enjoy your blurts, Og. :)

Ditto, Og. :rose:
 
I dreamed last night that I was in a women-only boarding house. I saw the last woman I had a fling with, and decided to leave. On my way out I ran into a lot of foot traffic. I was behind a woman waiting for the elevator when the doors opened up, with no elevator to be stepped into. She motioned for the open doorway, saw there wasn't anything to step into, back up a little, and then stepped into the shaft and fell to her death. I tried to stop her but couldn't reach. I called 911, couldn't find any ID on her, and waited for the authorities to arrive while munching on M&Ms mixed with jelly beans.

I was really disturbed by this dream.
 
First day of the Premier season:

Everton 1: Arsenal 6

My youngest daughter and her husband will be celebrating tonight. My family have supported Arsenal since the 19th Century.

Other son-in-law supports Liverpool. They play tomorrow.

Og
 
Daughters!

This afternoon one daughter dropped in with her family.

We don't mind an unexpected visit but some warning would be nice when their main reason for coming is to get a granny cooked meal. We were going grocery shopping tomorrow afternoon so we had to raid the freezer and defrost in the microwave.

Another daughter just rang. She has been tutoring a Somali lady in English. That lady and her four children are coming to visit the daughter on Wednesday. This has been arranged at short notice to avoid Ramadan. Daughter wanted them to visit us on our only day this week that we are not looking after our granddaughter. "Visit" in that daughter's terms means entertain the children, provide English practice for the mother and feed them all.

We had to refuse. We have booked an outing with a pensioners' group for a country walk, a lunch at a stately home, another walk to a country pub and a social evening.

Why do I need to know when Ramadan is? I have enough trouble with the Christian festivals and this coming week is in between the local Carnival and the local week-long Festival. I was involved in the Carnival and I will be very busy during the Festival.

I suppose I shouldn't complain. I have been used to unexpected foreign visitors almost all my life. My parents used to have exchange students for my brother; visiting foreign friends who would drop in when they were passing through London; delegates to international conferences who wanted to see a typical English family at home; overflow visitors from the Japanese family next door and then...

We used to take in foreign students for tuition in English as my wife was a qualified teacher of English as a foreign language; exchange students for the three daughters and visiting foreign friends.

The only difficulty is food. How do you feed people who could be Muslim, Jewish, Orthodox Greek and or Russian and people who have other taboos?

Fish and rice is usually the safe answer.

I still don't want to know when or why Ramadan is.

Og
 
Why didn't any of my so-called-runner-type-friends tell me about superfeet replacement insoles? Bastards. :D
 
:kiss: :kiss: :kiss: <----- Three kisses for the above three posters, chapped lips be damned!


Short work week, then road trip. I :heart: me a good road trip!
 
I think I got sunburn on the top of my head from driving with the T-tops off my car all weekend.

but it was worth it :D
 
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