[Edit regarding the other Edit of Rant Proportions: I know, I know. I know about taxes and being an island and Katrina. I’m just trying to make people aware that their complaints are irksome to those of us who are really the ones who need to complain about petrol (gas) prices!
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[Edit of Rant Proportions: You laugh when you drive by the garages and petrol (gas) is priced at 95 pence per litre. Yesterday it was only 94 pence. Last weekend it was only 90 pence. How can petrol (gas) go up by 5 pence in a week? And more to the point, why has the media not picked up on it and made a hoo-haa? There are 3.8 litres in a US gallon. £0.95 multiplied by 3.8 equals £3.61. £3.61 converted into US Dollars is $6.65 (today, according to Reuters). Yes, I get irked when some whine about petrol (gas) prices in other countries (America). But I feel justified.
(is my maths right? it doesn’t seem right. can petrol [gas] really be so much cheaper in the States?)
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You sit on the bus struggling not to cry and then that damn song starts playing on your iPod. You don’t want WeirdThickBoy and Blonde Tart to see you upset. And when did they strike up such an unlikely friendship anyway? Another person to add to the list of Bussing People Who Are Sent From God Above To Test Me.
You question everything and find little coincidences everywhere. Fate, destiny, the will of Allah, whatever it is. You tell your Baby Brother, and he goes one better and sends you the following in an e-mail …
only i just worked it all out as
grandad 20/08/1910 – 15/01/2001 = 33021 days (4717 weeks)
nana 03/04/1915 – 01/09/2005 = 33024 days (4717 weeks)
using timeanddate.com with the above dates
You are both easily amused by the simplest things that others would just gloss over.
You refresh your memory on restraining techniques but know that if push-came-to-shove you wouldn’t remember the correct procedure for stopping a six foot four teenage boy from strangling you or hitting another student. You say a little prayer in your head, Please God, don’t let it ever happen to me. In truth it’s more likely that the six foot four teenage boy is going to pull a knife on you. But you haven’t learnt what to do when they have weapons for you only work in a medium risk establishment [mainstream schools are considered low risk], and weapons are considered high risk. You know, as does everybody, that some of the students carry knives. You just can’t prove it.
Later you get fifteen out of fifteen on the test, but only because you still have last years test paper and they haven’t changed it.
An after work drink, and a good gossip with a friend, ensure that the lonely time between work finishing and the bus coming is free from too much thought, and therefore pain. You talk about the Two-Faced Bitch and consider the ways in which she’s the one who causes the most trouble. You don’t often like to gossip nastily, but Two-Faced Bitch is your boss, and she’s a bitch, so you feel as though you can.
[Edit: Whilst at Tesco today you bump into a friend who used to work with you. She asks if Two-Faced Bitch is still a bitch. You respond in the affirmative and then leave The Blokey standing there like a lemon whilst you gossip about the bullying that has already gone on in the two days you’ve been back at work, bullying which occurs in front of an entire staff body. You laugh. And say goodbye.]
You buy clothing, perhaps for a funeral.
On the bus on the way home you want to hit WeirdThickBoy and Blonde Tart, but you don’t. Instead you drop your iPod on the floor with a crash. It isn’t hurt.
You enjoy a quiet evening in, contemplating life, phoning your mother, watching Scrubs and the Magoons, playing with your Blokey and finding your Tabatha Cat amusing.
You go to bed exhausted, fall asleep with the light on whilst reading. You dream of regaining friendships with two special university friends and wake up to find that Saturday has dawned, Tabatha Cat has broken her scratching post [the one she doesn’t use as a scratching post because why do that when there’s a perfectly good settee to use?], and the day after you found out that your nana passed away is now yesterday.
And you know she’s happier, wherever she is, somewhere with grandad, watching over your mother.
Before you embark on your fun-filled day of Tesco visiting and tellybox dusting you must thank people for their kind words, hugs, sympathy and love. Because it was all really appreciated.
You want to hug your mother.
And life goes on.
please God bless the people in all the world who are suffering for whatever reason. may they all feel loved xxx Elsabeth