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Facing the Fear

No I'm not talking about the fear of not being published,or the fear of being too successful (ha ha - as if), this is a real life fear.  It's ...... the dentist! I used to be absolutely terrified of the dentist - which backfired because I refused to go for so long that when I did I had real problems.  I go on a regular basis now and was delighted when, a few weeks ago, I went for my six monthly check up and didn't need any work at all.  It was great to be able to make an appointment for 2012! A week later one of my back teeth crumbled.  Just crumbled. On a mince pie.  Ironically it was the softest, crumbliest, yummiest mince pie I've ever eaten, and no, maker of said mince pie - I'm not blaming you or your culinery skills - it was just the tooth. (Recipe for best mince pie ever is on the Good Food website btw) Well, when I say tooth, actually I mean filling, because most of the tooth was just filling.  A few years ago it had been pinned to keep the filling in

Scoot!

It seems that children where I live have lost the ability to walk. It’s true! Even though it’s a village school, a lot of children travel to school by car – they may only live around the corner, but they can’t walk too far – obviously!   If it’s raining they might get wet, if it’s windy they’ll get cold – bless ‘em. The result is a nightmare of traffic congestion, usually enhanced by really bad drivers, I hasten to add, and parking rage. I kid you not. So, for those who have chosen not to go by car, what do they do? Ask their charming offspring to walk? Oh no, no, no.   Because children can’t walk, can they?   No, they scoot.   There’s one narrow pavement on the road up to the school.   It’s full of people, and now it’s full of maniac children, trying to go as fast as they can, with no sense of direction or consideration for others.   I have lost count of the number of times I’ve had a scooter wheel in the back of my leg, or had to jump out of the way before being run over. By a ch

Customer Service

In a post in November I wrote about how much companies put pressure on us poor, feeble consumers to buy.   But have you noticed that a lot of companies, while quite happy to take our money, aren’t quite as amenable when things go wrong? In the past I have taken out extended warranties when I have purchased electronic goods – especially for the children – and this has helped to lesson the burden on replacement.   My oldest son cracked the screen of his DS and it was replaced and last year my youngest son’s DS also broke.   As DS’s had been discontinued, we were given a full refund of the purchase and put it towards a DSI.   At that point I was keen to take out a new protection on the DSI but was horrified that the cost of this was nearly half the cost of the gadget itself. Youngest son was promptly told to look after it because there was no more where that came from. What is annoying is when things go wrong through no fault of your own (grumpy old woman coming on – things aren't

Happiness is a ticked off list - or not in my case

Yesterday, I took my last day of holiday from work and decided to go Christmas shopping.   I went to the Trafford Centre in Manchester with a friend and hoped to get the majority of the shopping done in one day.      Spot the note of false optimism? By lunchtime I had bought three items which didn’t bode well.   On the plus side, I found loads of things which I could have bought myself (books included) but resisted the temptation – gives self a pat on the back. We had a lovely lunch and launched ourselves back into the fray.   The rest of the afternoon was slightly more successful but I still went home with more presents still to buy than I had ticked off the list. The trouble was, everything seemed so expensive. There’s a lot of overpriced rubbish which seems to crawl out of the woodwork at this time of year. And I’m not falling for it. Cheap rubbish I can stomach but not rubbish which requires a second mortgage. So this weekend, it’s off to the outlet village where I hope I will