… is here.
Thanks for the warning, Derrick. I thought we were over the worst of it yesterday. I hope it stops by the time I need to collect Little Yum-Yum from school. Although he loves the snow, it takes such a long time to thaw out!
Now I am finally on the mend, I can muster up the energy to say my piece about something which bothered me earlier this month.
Seriously, what is this? An Oreo milk bar in what is supposed to be a British chocolate maker pack? I knew it was a huge mistake selling Cadbury’s to Mondelez International (formerly Kraft). Their promises to keep this brand British were empty, and amongst other things, this just proves my point. How dare they take out Fudge for this nonsense?
I for one HATE Oreo. It is absolutely disgusting, and so is Hershey’s. Hence the reason when I am in the US, I hope and pray my lovely friends will send British chocolate to me, and never eat chocolate unless they do. It is also the reason I continue to send British chocolate to my beloved best friend who moved to the US some time ago.
Cadbury’s no longer taste the same as it used to. It’s oily, and ‘bitty’ since Mondelez International (formerly Kraft) took over. They have managed to ruin a great product, which is generally what happens when one company has a huge monopoly.
‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ comes to mind.
Now it is broke, they need to fix it back to how it was.
I hope you are well.
Please allow me to apologise for not keeping up with your blogs/posts. I have been so busy, I’ve just not been able to keep up with everything. I’m just so grateful for the ‘Schedule’ feature on WP. In addition to this, I was very unwell over the weekend.
It came on all of a sudden Friday (8th December) after I collected Little Yum-Yum from school. Within thirty minutes or so, I was trembling, but sweating profusely. Dressed in a thick sweater and thermal leggings (not very vintage, huh?), a fleece hooded dressing gown, a 13.5 tog duvet and 2 fleece blankets – not to mention the heating was on full – I felt like I was going to freeze to death.
In addition, I lost most of the feeling down my entire right side, which does feel much better today. It didn’t stop me from letting Max experience snow properly for the first time yesterday, though. I dragged myself to the front door and watched as ate snow flakes, and listened to his laughter. I needed that. He is such a treasure. I didn’t enjoy the snowballs he threw at me! It’s not like I could throw one back!
I lost 5 lbs over the weekend.
The last time I felt like this was two and a half years ago. I was told I had the flu. Think I’ll be going with that diagnosis this year, as I really do not have the time to sit for hours in my doctor’s surgery.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know, as I always feel bad when I fall behind. But I will catch up. I will try this week.
Stay warm, my wonderful WP Family.
Much love to you all.
This is so true.
I have never been driven by money nor have I ever been tempted with material possessions. When I see people who want, want , want, I feel sorry for them. They desire for things that have no real value; things that will one day rot in a landfill or junk yard. I desire for things that have lasting value-friendship, love, compassion, etc.
Evelina and I have nice things, but I could be as content living in a 500 sq ft cinder block building. The only thing I must have is reliable transportation so a 1988 Honda Accord will do just fine.
When I observe people who are enamored with “stuff” I usually find someone who is a bit empty inside. They are trying to fill a void internally with stuff externally and it will never, ever work to fill that emptiness.
It seems there’s a lot of emptiness going around.
Dear Virgin Media/Broadband
I’ve been having problems with my broadband for a little while. I find this most frustrating, as I work from home. In fact, even when I’m not working, I’m still using the internet.
Anyway, I received excellent customer service over the phone, and a technician was booked. However, I must say, I found a technician coming round really annoying, because it meant I had to bring my son to school, and rush back home for the appointment. I also hate waiting for workmen of any type because they generally do not turn up on time, then I have to clean after they have been in my home with their dirty boots.
On this occasion, the technician arrived just past 10.00 am which was perfect.
Now I’m certainly not complaining, but may I ask this of you… could you please give me prior warning that you are going to send such a hot man to my home, so I can at least style my hair? I mean, I was dressed in my usual 1950’s clothing (a dress with a petticoat), but I couldn’t be bothered with my hair, so it was slicked back in a bun. I guess I looked semi decent, but DAMN, this man was very handsome indeed. And he is around 6ft, which meant he hovered over me, so this was definitely a plus. Also, did I mention his smile and that he has tattoos? I almost melted. In fact, I had to sit down to compose myself. Last but not least, when he extended his hand to shake mine; I giggled like a shy school girl.
The broadband seems to be working well; I can only take his word that he completed the checks, because to be fair, I have no idea, as I was too distracted by him. So maybe now you have a better idea as to why you should probably give fair warning next time.
Anyway, thank you for dealing enquiry so quickly. I really appreciate it.
(Just so you know, I didn’t really send a letter. But if I did, it would be very similar to this one!).
… No, wait – actually I am.
Yes folks, I have been called for jury service/duty over the next couple of weeks.
So, if I’ve gone quiet (again!), this is the reason!
…and it turns up later than expected like this.
The note on the bag added insult to injury, as it states they regret the ‘damage’ to the mail. What damage?! All the frigging contents were taken!
I cannot begin to stress how annoyed I am about this. I mean, really? I know life can be hard at times, but this takes the biscuit.
The likelihood of the person(s) who stole the contents to be reading this is very slim, but I will say this anyway, “You’re a flipping knob. My friend was looking forward to her creams and British chocolates. Next time, rather than stealing, write to me at the return address at the back of the package. You never know, I may actually send you some.”