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how about some topics that you would like me to express my humble, or not-so-humble opinion about?????

mental block

i know i haven't been blogging lately. apart from the fact that i am not sure if anyone visits this page, i keep sitting in front of the screen with an empty head, or airhead? absolutely nothing worth writing about, and nothing that i can put pen to paper about.

talking about empty head, mental block, writer's block, and airheads, just look at the photo here - try to imagine living in it with your family and you can be sure everything will be blocked. it really is the smallest house in GB, built many centuries ago, and now a showhouse - wonder where the present generation of inhabitants live? it's in Wales and if you look at the woman coming out at the doorway, she's not a big nor tall woman, but she's far taller than the door, and the width of the house can't be more than 8 feet. maybe the seven dwarves lived there during that time.

Drivers

There are idiot drivers all over the world, even in the best of countries - although Malaysia is among the top few.

ok ok, to be fair, i must highlight some of the idiot drivers that I have encountered in Australia and UK.

We don't have to talk about the ones in KL unless we want to write a book - but of course, what is most amusing is the old man who bumped into the back of my car, IN A TRAFFIC JAM MOVING AT 10kph, and promptly got out of the car to apologise, saying "I'm so sorry, my slippers got caught on the accelerator even though my foot went to the brakes."

If you don't keep your eyes peeled in Oz, you could get into some heat. we were driving into the car park of a supermarket. John saw an empty lot, so he promptly drove into it - he didn't notice that someone else was trying to reverse her car into the same spot from miles away, BUT TAKING IT AT SNAIL'S PACE WITH NO INDICATOR LIGHT. Did she hoot and get out of the car to rant and rave - I reckon she lost her voice from that.

There must be a lot of pent-up anger in UK's yuppies too - we took a turn too quickly across the road and did not notice this BMW speeding down towards us. although we waved apologetically, this yuppie took a big turn-around just to look for us, and when he found us at the parking lot, proceeded to get out of the car to abuse us vehemently, not wanting to accept our apologies and admission of guilt. Maybe he is not allowed to swear at home, so this was his excuse to do so, at the top of his voice. His boss must have given him the boot that morning, so he had to take it out on someone.

So we should forgive him - the poor man will probably have to sell his precious BMW and live on scones and tea for the next six months.

Magical

we live in one world, but different countries. I've been to a few countries but UK has always been a magical place... every village or town is only about half an hour's drive away, and their characteristics are all unto its own, so one is never bored.

how could one be? apart from the beautiful cotswold thatches, the heritage trust properties, the churches who have been there for hundreds of years, the castles that are magnificently old and awesome, we don't forget the people!

they may be white, and mainly old, but they sure come in odd shapes and sizes. we saw the waddler, the giraffe, the dinosaur, shrek, beauty and the beast, Richard Widmark ( I could have sworn it was him, except we had read two days earlier that he had died, but then, we were having lunch in a teahouse that had been there since the 1500s and one side was leaning in).

and the dogs, gosh, they have a better life than many of us. how many of us get the luxury of someone else picking up after us, especially after a poo. and if we were slow to do the honours, our host dog, Sally, would give us the eye. and after a good run in the field, and the mud, Sally just lifts up her paws at home and they will be wiped clean.

Hello hello hello

she's back!!

it was a wee bit too short a holiday, and a wee too few blooming flowers, but the weather had been good. we managed to pack in many cities and villages in the 17 days away; not to mention the endless fruit scones and cappucinos.

UK has changed after 20 years, as expected I suppose, but I was disappointed to find the people generally less friendly than before. Coffees and cappucinos were generally warm at best, and mamselle here likes her coffees HOT! Only one cappucino stood out - at Chester - nice, hot with thick froth....

guess we'll start saving again for next summer where we can do more walks and gardens.

Holidays are always great but it's also good to be home...

Have you ever wondered where all the extras that come out of liposuction and nip tucks go to? I can tell you where -
walking along the shopping street in Bath, was this woman who definitely visits the nip tuck surgeries daily, not to have the surgery, but obviously one who doesn't like to see waste, she proceeds to slap on the 'wastes' of others onto herself. she had piles of rolling flesh all over her arms, a body of piled donuts, elephant legs, and her bum rippled a million miles out the back - solid spare flesh!

It's a wonder she can still waddle around.