tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137857716187567509.post2425773444899705792..comments2024-01-18T02:47:12.669-08:00Comments on Tregear Vean: Old age is not for wimps. Revjeanrolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744131101249601856noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137857716187567509.post-49152433066693067212013-08-03T09:22:26.814-07:002013-08-03T09:22:26.814-07:00On the whole I would sooner believe that fairies h...On the whole I would sooner believe that fairies had shunted my asthma spray several feet than the other possible culprits. I do though share your suspicion of inanimate objects! Specially the leads from irons which definitely have lives of their own! Revjeanrolthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12744131101249601856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137857716187567509.post-69536312845071635922013-08-03T08:11:04.163-07:002013-08-03T08:11:04.163-07:00Jean this really is not Wimpiness. It's that ...Jean this really is not Wimpiness. It's that old favourite. the power of inanimate objects over helpless and in my case witless, human beings.<br />'They' have supernatural powers and can move, or refuse to, at will.<br />It takes real courage to face them down and try to reassert your dominance.<br />Several times a day I find that things I know I have put in a particular place, wind up somewhere else entirely.<br />I don't believe in fairies so what other explanation could there possibly, be?<br />Answers on a postage stamp please.Ray Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09209429097744326143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137857716187567509.post-58200867197939365712013-08-03T03:43:12.522-07:002013-08-03T03:43:12.522-07:00If you really were a wimp you'd have run a mil...If you really were a wimp you'd have run a mile! I certainly would! Revjeanrolthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12744131101249601856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137857716187567509.post-88171599082549463942013-08-03T03:24:06.562-07:002013-08-03T03:24:06.562-07:00Amen! I'm reaching the old end of middle age- ...Amen! I'm reaching the old end of middle age- or at least my body tells me I am after yesterday! Eight years ago I took my youngest son to Blackpool Pleasure beach and went on a number of rides with him- some I enjoyed more than others. But yesterday we took my step grand children to Blist Hill Victorian Town and was persuaded by the youngest to go on the 'swing roundabout ' with her. Not sure of its proper name but its centrifugal force sends you out swinging at an angle! My husband has photos of me with a definite grimace on my face- I hate it and today ache from gripping the swing chains so hard! And this was quite tame compared to Blackpool! Age is definitely catching up for me- only thing is I think I am a wimp!<br />jantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com