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Saturday 30/11/2013

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Today’s minor irritations.

Websites that don’t recognise the postcode box should have the shift key automatically on.

Websites that’s don’t recognise the number boxes should not have to mean I have to hit the shift key to enter said numbers m

Then there is this minor irritation:

 

Today I watched a woman walk past my window and then post THIS through my letterbox. So here is the first lie. He did NOT call to see me today. He is NOT sorry to have missed me because if he’d knocked he’s have found me home! So he is NOT working for me because it wasn’t even him who posted the card. Liar. perfect example of a politician who treats the public like minions. Vote lost

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This is man is a career liar never mind a politician. If he can’t be trusted to knock the door he can’t be trusted with my vote m

 

 

Thursday 21/22/2013

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The train.

People moaning about delays on my FB but the delay sometimes works for me.

Arriva Trains Wales are possibly the shittiest section of the train service ANYWHERE!

And there is talk of a Metro style service between the Valleys and Cardiff?

Christ on a stick they can’t run an OVERGROUND service never mind an underground one.

Couldn’t run the system like the DLR in London.

All noise and no progress.

Still, I digress.

Once on the train, I settle for the short 20 minute journey that allows me to post here.

Today Mr Grey Suit is wearing a puffa coat and bobble hat and looks so comical. Can’t help but chuckle. He is just so not the way he thinks he is hahaha

Today’s journey gets off on the wrong foot but a teenager attempts to push in front of me. Banking on the old biddy not moving but my friend Victoria Davis taught me well.

Make yourself big with the elbows and bag. Make like an enraged cat whose fur has exploded…lesson over little girl. Move the fuck out of the way hahaha.

The rudeness levels these days never cease to amaze me. What has happened to us as a society?

In general things are running along smoothly but I swear once people of my generation and above die, I fear for society. I am glad I won’t be around to see the return to feral behaviour and can only hope my grandbabies are able to rise above it.

Still, I won. She lost.

The train. Not overly packed but oh my…cold…not heating. Really?

In this day and age it’s hard to heat a carriage?

What is WRONG with companies???

Just heat the damn train.

It’s insulting enough that they don’t put on enough carriages – something to do with the length of platforms used along the way. Some can take four carriages, some only two. Also to do with the time of year. Oddly they REDUCE carriages when the schools are on a break. NEVER understand THAT logic.

I sit two rows back from the buggy area.

A delightful couple get on at Cadoxton. Wearing clothes barely able to keep out the cold BUT with a Silver Cross pram!

Some may say good for them…sacrificing their cash to provide for their child but I fear not.

Listening to the barely grunted conversation between them, he is moaning about having his court date moved back closer to Christmas because now he may be in prison over that time and she is moaning about having to come to Cardiff for her probation meeting.

And these people are allowed to breed??

And who keeps them?

I do. You do. Everyone of you working hard.

Makes me puke.

Not only do we have parents of an underclass who feel it is ok to be a jail bird, commit a crime that allows for probation but another generation is going to be bought up thinking the same way.

And so the rot continues.

The child will never have it’s aspirations encouraged, it’s intellect allowed to flourish and grow because it’s mindless parents will respond with…WHY BOTHER?

The dumbing down of the generations continues.

Making Memories

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Sometimes I rant a bit.

Sometimes I reminisce a bit.

Often I post rubbish on here.

Sometimes, like today I post mushy lovey dovey stuff.

Somewhat out of character to most people but these are the people who don’t know me.

Those that do understand the tough outer skin. But also recognise the soft inner core.

This core is however reserved for those I love and care for.

For everyone else, you need to earn the right to be in that circle.

Life at the moment is about making memories for me.

Time on this world is short for all of us in the grand scheme of things and sometimes, we need to stop, take stock and look at what we are doing with our precious times here.

I watch other people. I love my times at the station, my train journeys are full of fun observations.

My time away from the office is most precious to me.

Sharing time with the family, the grandbabies, dear friends, the MoTH.

It’s not about the time I spend in the office. That is just a job. Helping me pay to keep a lifestyle I’m used to but it’s not important.

I can live a lesser live style. I have in the past.

It’s about the times we share with people we care for.

People will say it’s most important at “this” time of year. Why is it any more important to make memories this time of year and not any other?

Every day is a precious day for memories.

Make yours.

The Right to Vote…or note

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I posted this in another forum following a question about the next election.

The discussion was about having a NONE OF THE BELOW option.

Some support it saying it gives us, the people, the chance to vote but register our dissatisfaction.

Others don’t, saying that the right to vote is part of the democratic system and if they choose not to that is their right.

The latter is of course true. However, it also allows an incompetent Government or worse still one with no clear majority to get into power and cause havoc.

So today I give you my statement. My belief. Make of it what you will.

We are sheep. We talk but do nothing. I am guilty of that. Keyboard warriors all of us. I have in the past explained again and again if people realised the power we hold ALL politicians would be running scared. They rely on our apathy. They understand collective thinking. They know we British have a strong sense of doing the right thing. I’m not advocating anarchy or revolution. Not even rebellion. Just that people learn to understand the power they hold. If EVERYONE refused to pay their first months’ council tax next April and I mean EVERYONE in the UK what would happen? Nothing. Because the “system” couldn’t cope. If EVERYONE refused to pay their TV licenses what would happen. Nothing. If EVERYONE tore up their ballot paper in 2015 all hell would break lose. THAT’S the power WE the people hold. Sadly the politicians know we are scared of the consequences. Scared of the police who should uphold the law not make it. WE, the people of the UK hold this power. We just don’t realise it. We are sheep. We talk but do nothing. I am guilty of that. Keyboard warriors all of us. I have in the past explained again and again if people realised the power we hold ALL politicians would be running scared. They rely on our apathy. They understand collective thinking. They know we British have a strong sense of doing the right thing. I’m not advocating anarchy or revolution. Not even rebellion. Just that people learn to understand the power they hold. If EVERYONE refused to pay their first months’ council tax next April and I mean EVERYONE in the UK what would happen? Nothing. Because the “system” couldn’t cope. If EVERYONE refused to pay their TV licenses what would happen. Nothing. If EVERYONE tore up their ballot paper in 2015 all hell would break lose. THAT’S the power WE the people hold. Sadly the politicians know we are scared of the consequences. Scared of the police who should uphold the law not make it. WE, the people of the UK hold this power. We just don’t realise it.

Personal Responsibility

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Touchy subject this.

Where do we draw the line at taking responsibility for our own actions and that of letting someone else do it for us?

I ask this question based on a post made by a dear friend of mine in relation to a 48 yr old man setting up a meeting with a 15 yr old girl.

I state that the man is at wrong. Very wrong.

BUT…and castigate me if you will. Shout in my face if you will.

BUT…where are the parents???

The internet is widely portrayed as a place full of perverts and paedophiles. Full of people who only want sex and don’t care who with. Full of filth and porn.

Well it’s not.

It IS if you look for it or want to do it.

BUT…the parents have a responsibility to their children to monitor what they are doing online.

To make sure they understand safety online.

To set parental controls even at 15.

And what of the girl’s own responsibility?

At what point did she think about NOT giving out her details?

At what point did she think it was ok to meet this man?

At what point did she not be aware of the dangers on online chat?

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE???

What don’t you understand???

Or are you expecting someone else, somewhere else to take responsibility of your online safety?

You wouldn’t leave a door open with pointers to your half naked child in bed just waiting to be touched by a 48 yr old so why allow it to happen online

I have been an internet user for almost 16 yrs now and never once have I spoken to someone I didn’t want to.

Never once have I had porn pop up uninvited.

Get a grip parents.

Learn about online technology.

MAKE YOURSELF A NUICENSE in your kids’ lives.

BE A FUCKING PARENT!!!!

Saturday 16/11/13

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Three hours on the motorway.

Travelling to see the grandbabies and of course the birthday boy Jamie.

30 this year and doesn’t look a day over 35 hahahha.

Jamie and Olivia tucked up in bed when we arrive but a small man and his mummy waiting for us.

Sleep comes easy to the old these days.

Woken this morning to this:

“Dad, don’t go downstairs. Nana and Bampa are sleeping.”

How precious is this child?

Making memories.

13/11/13 Evening

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Been a rare old day in the office.

But the day was broken up by spending some time with a boss and another team.

Made a nice change to spend time with people I’ve worked with over the past 8 yrs and not be viewed as one of them…a manager.

A lovely comment from a woman who trained me. Who’s judgement I would trust impeccably. She said that I had gained a lot of respect. That people liked me as a manager because they could trust me.

I like that. Trust.

Being trusted and respected is so much better than being liked.

Because liking someone doesn’t allow you to see the faults they may have.

Or worse still it allows someone to say…I like her BUT…then there follows a long list of things that the person DOESN’T like!

So, like or loath me, but trusting and respecting me means so much more to me that you’ll ever know.

Having spent years building up my reputation as a person who DOESN’T lie, the trust element is so important.

It means when I say I don’t know, then I don’t.

It means that when I don’t know I am honest enough to say so and now have the justification for all the ethics, morals and principles I work to.

 

 

Friday 15/11/13

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Friday.

Late start.

Half day.

let me put this out there straight away.

I am a supporter of English rugby.

A real supporter.

I don’t just wear the shirt. I go to the matches.

I shout myself hoarse.

I cheer.

I cry with despair.

I explode with delight.

I shake hands with other fans.

We drink a beer together.

But…I live in Wales. Where being an England fan is almost a crime.

I wear my shirt with pride. A simple red rose on a white shirt is enough to send Neanderthals apoplectic with sheer fury and bile.

If I wore  ANY other shirt but the England one nothing would be said. But the England shirt really is a red rag to the dragon.

Well it says a lot about the Welsh.

Make an accusation of racism and immediately it’s “banter”.

Bollocks.

It’s a day for the Welsh to be rude AND racist.

When challenged I get told I don’t count because I am an adopted Welsh woman. One of the family.

No I’m not.

I’m not Welsh.

I’ll never be Welsh.

I don’t WANT to be Welsh.

14/11/13 Morning

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Zombie train today.

Not a peep from anyone

cold must have frozen our brains.

Today I am trapped in a garrett office with three random strangers fir a “training day”.

Oh fucking joy

Todays session is about raising team moral.

As if I need that???

My team need to calm the fuck down hahahha. I love them. They are the best group of people I know.

At the moment I’m typing this in total silence. Trapped. No ice breakers. Hahhaha.

Here we go. Wish me luck. Going in

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