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  1. In the search for approbation from our fathers that many of us do, the closest I got was sourcing a copy of Previn's Berlioz Requiem, long before it was readily available.  My dad had previously written to him asking for a recording and received a hand written reply.  

     

    My dad was not one to be star struck, but Previn for him was a mighty conductor.


  2. Dear Diary

     

    I am 52 years old and am sharing a house with my mother in law.  No this is not the beginning of one of the readers' letters in male interest magzines from the early 1980s.

     

    Sausage business in France gone to pot as a result of:  my ongoing health issues; the decimation of my customer base as a result of Brexit; and most importantly the deterioration in the well being of my in laws.

     

    Today was a particularly special day.

     

    In the morning I joined in as a member of the care home choir for the Christmas carol service.  My father in law bellowed, crooned, occasionally just sang, for all of the 9 songs that we performed.  Dementia really brings out the musician in him.  He loved it.  Mince pies and a glass of sherry afterwards meant that he was part drunk and part happy on his return to his secure accommodation.  As usual I had a little weep through the singing of Can't help falling in love.

     

    My mother in law meanwhile, fresh from buying yet another umbrella (up to a RL satisfying 13 now hanging on the back of the door), had also invested in the 5th radio required by any kitchen.  I'm trying to break it to my wife that her mum is following her dad in terms of mental deterioration.

     

    This evening I have been to my brother in law's Christmas party as part of the autism group which looks after him.  What a lot of food, dancing and general jollity.  The fella who was with me b in l has worked with him now, probably two days a week, for the last 22 years.  

     

    Humbling, tear jerking, watching people be empowered, and also watching in my pa in laws personal power diminishing by the day.

     

    Not necessarily the turning in life I expected to take, but it ain't half interesting.....

     

     

    …..thank God there is a pub just round the corner!

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  3. 13 hours ago, MattSantos said:

    I'm submitting my work expenses and my full 17 day mammoth request was rejected by my boss as i was 100 INR over budget on one day.

    100 INR = 1.12 GBP

    100 INR = 1.96 SGD

    I will now have to submit the claim again, which will take me a few hours as i have to itemise absolutely everything. 

    Despite being made redundant, i agreed to travel to India for 17 days as it was the right thing to do - I now have 35 days of office time left before i leave and i have less than 0 motivation. I have negative motivation.

    I am absolutely integral to the success of the migration and they've managed to create negative motivation. 

    Anger has been replaced by apathy and a genuine enthusiasm to do as little as possible.

     

     

    My good late friend Klaus told an expenses story...

     

    On an overseas trip to somewhere very sunny he invested in a sunhat.  On returning to the UK he submitted an expenses claim which alongside the usual hotels, taxis and meals, included one sunhat - bonce for the protection of.  His manager rejected the claim saying that this was not a legitimate expense.  Undeterred, at the next expenses run, Klaus once again claimed for the sunhat with a further explanation of why it had been necessary.  Again it was rejected, this time with a little more vehemence from the manager.  The following month Klaus again submitted his expenses, this time in person.  "Thank you Klaus" said the manager, "and I hope I don't see that bloody sunhat in there again".  

     

    "Don't worry" said Klaus, "you won't see the sunhat, but it is there."

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  4. 22 minutes ago, Loup said:

    Can anyone explain Yves Chaumien's comment about "mangeurs de pains au chocolat"? It's clearly a dig, but what does the phrase mean?

     

    Those from not this neck of the woods. 

     

    In in the south west of France you eat a chocolatine. In the rest of the country you eat a pain au chocolat. A Gallic version of the perennial barm cake / bap / bread roll or how to pronounce scone debates. 

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  5. Back in 1995 I won the Sportsnight competition for a weekend package for the World Cup Final.  Posh tickets in the dining bit of Wembley, first class travel, a hotel with food thrown in, and a couple of signed jumpers.

     

    Me and my lass got a bit puddled, but nowhere near as drunk as the Australian team who were staying in the same hotel.  I remember the tour manager the next morning counting out a wad of cash to the irate hotel boss to pay for damages.  I also remember the lift doors opening and half the team falling, sprawled across the floor.

     

    Four or five years ago I also won £1000 on the Warrington RLFC lottery.  Got me out of a bit of problems with the bank at the time!


  6. I was given a bottle of Chivas Regal 18 by some nice Hong Kong people that I helped out in Paris a couple of years ago.

     

    In a fit of charitable benevolence I donated it to the local SPA dogs home event near Carcassonne the other week.  They ran a no lose tombola and some bloke walked up, paid 2 euros for his ticket, and swiftly headed off with fifty odd quids of hooch.  

     

    The Whisky Gods being as they are, my big brother appeared the following week with a bottle of Quarter Cask Laphroaig.  Sod the dogs, this is going tummywards.

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