I did a seminar on anger today in front of a bunch of university teachers - Tough crowd folks, tough crowd.
Usually when i do a presentation, i can set the room alight. I never walk away thinking "Did i do a good job?" which is what happened today. I know i won them over in the end, but they were a really tough audience.
Anyway, enough of my woffle, back soon folks.
Hope you are all well by the way. I have not had time to catch up with whats been going on with everybody but i will be next time i am here.
take special care
Love SO
Tuesday 7 August 2007
folks..
Sorry ive been away for so long, her in doors is on holiday and i get banned from the machine when shes around so i do appologise.
Enjoy the story below and i shall be back on thursday, possibly sunday which is when i shall be free next. :o)
Enjoy the story below and i shall be back on thursday, possibly sunday which is when i shall be free next. :o)
There is good in the world...
...And im sitting here! :o)
Hi ya folks, first my story...
Half one in the morning, bored out of my mind and considering bed, I hear a knock at the door! Half one!! ...in the morning!!! ...My door!!!!
So first theirs the shock factor "who the fuck is that??". Then there is the complete discount "Nope, i didnt hear it, must have been the wind". and then back into relax position where my bordeom isnt so bad afterall.
And then it knocks again! Ok, now action must be taken. So my immediate reaction is to send her in doors. But the look on her face suggests that i should have gotten up already.lol So away i go.
Now, on my way to the front door, i have considered where all the waepons are in the house and weather or not i could realistically get to them in time should this all go money shot. But bravely i continue to the front door.
We have frosted glass in our sort of porch, and a sold door. and through the frosted glass all i can see is this little white figure. (Im now recalculating how long it will take me to get to the weapons) and i here this voice "Can you here me" - its an elderly voice ...Half one in the morning?? somethings not quite right here. So i open the door.
(its at this point folks that i have to tell you that i was more scared by the shallowy white figure appearing at the window than anything else it might have been - Im not going to say i shat myself, but i shat myself - To much tely that is.)
As i open the door, before me is this short, elderly gentleman with blood pooring down his face. "can you here me?" he said. My immediate thought was "...Are you takin the piss?", followed by "But its half one??", followed by "Check for the ambush factor". (Ya got to live where i live folks! lol) so admittedly i kept this poor old man on the doorstep longer than i would have liked.
But then i helped him in and all was well with the world. My next priority was to help this poor old man who began to tell me his story. "Hold on chap, ill just get you a chair". rushed inside, and got her in doors. She works with the elderly and came in useful. I got wet towels and tissue to help clean his face and she sent me away.lol basically the towels needed to be dry and dont touch the blood. NOW SHE TELLS ME!!!
Anyway, he get cleaned up and as this goes on he tells his story (having already established he didnt escape from the nearest nursing home) "I went out at half eight ...on me own ...I was going shopping ...and i got lost ...i wont keep you long i have to get back and ill be off in a minute". He is in NO state. and we ask him for his address - he cant remember. and me and her in doors are chatting between ourselves when he says "My sons number is *** ****", well, we werent expecting that! he was smarter than we thought for a man of 83 and we called his son.
The real story goes as follows: He went out at half 8 and said he was going for a walk around the block after complaining he was bored of sitting home all day. - Got lost, and after an hour, the police had been out looking for him - he even had his own chopper! and the searched bushes. He had been wondering all that time and about half hour before coming to me, had had a fall; had knocked on many doors on the street but none of them would answer, until he met me! - and now the police were on there way to my house too, to collect this man who had made this night exciting.
So when confronted with an elderly person, what do you do - thats right folks, make tea! Now i have to say, when it comes to making tea, im a bit of a master. And when i gave his tea, he was a different bloke! "That a lovely cup of tea that is!" he said, and i nearly sat down to chat. But his hands stopped shaking, his face voice and sense of panic calmed and he relaxed.
Ultimately what ruined the evening was the annoying policeman who was very rude to the old man and almost seemed to imply that we had something to do with his injuries. - Bloody annoying twat, but dont get me started!!
So off went the old man whose wife was in the car the with annoying policeman moaning about having to take him home first to pick up his son, and then take him to the hospital to get him looked at, and "do you know how many people we've had looking for you..?". - Its ya job!!! fucking do it, and if you dont like it, go back to sales!! - he was really annoying folks.
and that was the end of my night of excitement. But that old man can knock on my door anytime!
So there you go folks. hope you are all well and spreading warm fuzzies everywhere.
Love SO
Hi ya folks, first my story...
Half one in the morning, bored out of my mind and considering bed, I hear a knock at the door! Half one!! ...in the morning!!! ...My door!!!!
So first theirs the shock factor "who the fuck is that??". Then there is the complete discount "Nope, i didnt hear it, must have been the wind". and then back into relax position where my bordeom isnt so bad afterall.
And then it knocks again! Ok, now action must be taken. So my immediate reaction is to send her in doors. But the look on her face suggests that i should have gotten up already.lol So away i go.
Now, on my way to the front door, i have considered where all the waepons are in the house and weather or not i could realistically get to them in time should this all go money shot. But bravely i continue to the front door.
We have frosted glass in our sort of porch, and a sold door. and through the frosted glass all i can see is this little white figure. (Im now recalculating how long it will take me to get to the weapons) and i here this voice "Can you here me" - its an elderly voice ...Half one in the morning?? somethings not quite right here. So i open the door.
(its at this point folks that i have to tell you that i was more scared by the shallowy white figure appearing at the window than anything else it might have been - Im not going to say i shat myself, but i shat myself - To much tely that is.)
As i open the door, before me is this short, elderly gentleman with blood pooring down his face. "can you here me?" he said. My immediate thought was "...Are you takin the piss?", followed by "But its half one??", followed by "Check for the ambush factor". (Ya got to live where i live folks! lol) so admittedly i kept this poor old man on the doorstep longer than i would have liked.
But then i helped him in and all was well with the world. My next priority was to help this poor old man who began to tell me his story. "Hold on chap, ill just get you a chair". rushed inside, and got her in doors. She works with the elderly and came in useful. I got wet towels and tissue to help clean his face and she sent me away.lol basically the towels needed to be dry and dont touch the blood. NOW SHE TELLS ME!!!
Anyway, he get cleaned up and as this goes on he tells his story (having already established he didnt escape from the nearest nursing home) "I went out at half eight ...on me own ...I was going shopping ...and i got lost ...i wont keep you long i have to get back and ill be off in a minute". He is in NO state. and we ask him for his address - he cant remember. and me and her in doors are chatting between ourselves when he says "My sons number is *** ****", well, we werent expecting that! he was smarter than we thought for a man of 83 and we called his son.
The real story goes as follows: He went out at half 8 and said he was going for a walk around the block after complaining he was bored of sitting home all day. - Got lost, and after an hour, the police had been out looking for him - he even had his own chopper! and the searched bushes. He had been wondering all that time and about half hour before coming to me, had had a fall; had knocked on many doors on the street but none of them would answer, until he met me! - and now the police were on there way to my house too, to collect this man who had made this night exciting.
So when confronted with an elderly person, what do you do - thats right folks, make tea! Now i have to say, when it comes to making tea, im a bit of a master. And when i gave his tea, he was a different bloke! "That a lovely cup of tea that is!" he said, and i nearly sat down to chat. But his hands stopped shaking, his face voice and sense of panic calmed and he relaxed.
Ultimately what ruined the evening was the annoying policeman who was very rude to the old man and almost seemed to imply that we had something to do with his injuries. - Bloody annoying twat, but dont get me started!!
So off went the old man whose wife was in the car the with annoying policeman moaning about having to take him home first to pick up his son, and then take him to the hospital to get him looked at, and "do you know how many people we've had looking for you..?". - Its ya job!!! fucking do it, and if you dont like it, go back to sales!! - he was really annoying folks.
and that was the end of my night of excitement. But that old man can knock on my door anytime!
So there you go folks. hope you are all well and spreading warm fuzzies everywhere.
Love SO
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