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My Mother.

In 1974, we paid the airfare for my mother’s eight-week visit. Her visit was full of discontent, especially with our children. One year before my mother’s first visit, Mary’s father died. He was a wonderful person and greatly respected. Twenty-one days after Mary’s mother died (truly a lovely mother-in-law) my stepfather, who could only be described as a Saint, also passed away. In 1975 and again in 1977, my mother paid her own fare and came for a six-week visit. My mother was not an advocate of tact. It was a shame she was so intolerable. My mother’s last visit was full of problems. I had picked her up at the airport in Sydney at 6:30 am on a Sunday morning. During the trip back she kept saying, “Watch this, watch that” and “How long now?” It was piddling down with rain. I thought the only people daft enough to be on the road in this weather on a Sunday would be devout Catholics on their way to mass. Then it happened. My Ford Cortina wagon was halfway through the lights on the Parramatta Road at Concord near ‘Cullen Motors,’ a busy intersection when the blessed gear lever came away in my hand. Mother asked, “Why are we stopping? Just keep moving and stop all that swearing.” I was stuck in first gear, so I put the hazard lights on. Braking hard by the side of the road, we shuddered to a stop. I explained my problem to an enquiring police officer. I then went to find a phone that hadn’t been vandalised, which took some time. No one answered the phone at home. While trying to retrieve my money, I found far more money than I expected. A tow truck arrived within minutes of my call. Back at the car, my eighty-year-old mother was creating hell for the copper and waving her cane at him. I told the police officer she was my mother and was just starting a six-week holiday with me. He replied, “You poor blighter. You have my deepest sympathy.” The trip home took about thirty minutes. Mother whined all the way. When we arrived home, the noise we created unshackling the tow awakened my family. Our large Bitser dog had a dissident attitude to unknown visitors. After it saw me alight from a truck dishevelled and in a long raincoat, it flew at me. Fortunately, it grabbed my shoe. My other shoe caught it in the goolies and it went off yelping. All this frightened the life out of my mother. She said, “If my stay is going to be like this, I’m going back home.” My mother decided to put up with the pain of staying with us (or was it the other way around?) The children, who enjoy a bit of mischief now and then, were never able to get along with my mother. My Mary, who was painfully polite to my mother, told me, “Never again!” My attempts at diplomacy concerning my mother failed miserably. I began to feel guilty that I couldn’t make my mother happy during her stay. My mother’s ‘holier than thou’ dogmatic attitude always won hands down. I often wondered how the poor people sitting next to her for twenty-four hours in a plane felt. The last time my mother departed, the flight was held up for three hours. The whole family waited for five hours. After she left, we all felt relieved. Sickness and incontinence kept my mother in the UK until her passing on 20 July 1983, the day before her eighty-sixth birthday. I shed a few private tears. After all, she was my mother.

Vest, Daily Gaggle.

WORDS ON WEDNESDAY (HOUSE ARREST)

Words used this week are Stop. Reasonable.Best.Kind. Dragon. & Drinking.

    Confined to one's home can become as boring as a home arrest.
Although I have a * reasonable sized garden to walk within, I have too * stop occasionally due to various obstacles like the ornamental *Dragon and the bird * drinking pond obstructing my path. Due to my being *kind to most creatures great and small has not afforded me the * best area to exercise within. The Govt in their wisdom have decreed it to be unsafe for me to venture forth within the streets or community, so in order to combat any bodily misfunctions due to inactivity, I have ordered an exercise contraption which may solve any possible or further bodily misfunctions but not necessarily the other movement problem which has been adequately been solved mentally.
  To add to my woes I have had an increase in bodily weight since my confinement, plus I am concerned how my mental health will be affected after the Govt Estimated six months to be rid of the dreaded lurgy to wit (COVID-19 restrictions).
   However, I am still with the living; but remember vividly 75 years ago to this very day I came close to copping it full time like many others on that April fools day Easter Sunday 1945 in the Pacific off Okinawa, My prayers were answered that day or was it just plain good luck.

            Stay Safe.  Still here,  Vest Daily Gaggle.

Dishing the Dirt on Filthy Beards.

   Beards I refer to as soup strainers should be banned while this present virus remains in our midst.
It is BAD NEWS for hipsters but men with beards harbour more germs in their whiskers than dogs carry on their fur, according to scientists.
    The alarming news follows a study that found every sampled beard was crawling with bacteria and nearly half had bugs that were hazardous to human health.
     By contrast, a number of dogs tested proved to have lower levels of microbes also all of the men aged from 18 to 76 showed high microbial counts but only 23 out of 30 dogs had high counts. seven men were even found to be harbouring microbes that proved a threat to human health.
      High-risk populated areas where beards are more prominent due to religious preferences are more likely to harbour the current dreaded virus and should be avoided in every way possible. whether male or female kissing your partner with any form of whiskers may more than likely be putting you at risk

          Nothing is true except that which we do not say.

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Quick Quiz.. Answers Later this week..

1.  Song Adam sang to Eve.?
2.  What form of employment do Fairies do when enlisted for national service?.
3   Who was the president of NIGER in 1999?
4   What was the last Island to be invaded in WW2, Date, please?
5   What creatures change sex up to four times annually?.
6   Who had two sisters both called Julia?

Vest Daily Gaggle.

How to Get Rid of Mynah Birds

Mynah Bird

The mynah bird is a member of the starling family. A native of Southeast Asia, the mynah has migrated and can now be found all over the world. The species is commonly thought of as invasive as it fights aggressively with native wildlife. It destroys the eggs and fledglings of other birds, reducing the overall biodiversity of any given area. It is hostile not just to other birds but to small mammals such as squirrels and possums. It also inflicts damage to crops, generates huge amounts of noise and has been known to spread diseases among other animals and even to people. If you have mynah birds and you'd like to get rid of them, follow the steps in the guide below.

Step 1

Limit the available sources of food. If you see mynah birds in your yard, immediately remove any bird feeders and stop leaving birdseed out. Additionally, you should begin feeding your pets inside as mynahs are opportunistic and will make use of almost any available source of nutrition. If you keep chickens or other domestic birds, ensure they are fed in an enclosed area that is inaccessible to mynahs. When feeding any other livestock, be sure to sweep up any grain spills immediately and remove any uneaten food.

Step 2

Reduce the available nesting sites. Mynahs like to build their nests inside tree hollows, gaps in roofing, cavities in eaves, and depressions found in overgrown shrubbery. You can decrease the attractive nesting sites in your yard by keeping your trees and shrubs well-trimmed and by filling in any holes in your woodwork. Also, you can line the edges of your roof and your windowsills with spikes so the birds are unable to roost there.

Step 3

Remove any existing bird nests. Be sure to wear a long-sleeved shirt, hat, face mask and protective gloves. Mynah birds often carry mites that can cause relentless itching and red, irritated rashes if you come into contact with them. Once the nest has been removed, place it into a plastic garbage bag, tie the bag shut and immediately remove the nest from your property.

Step 4

Make your home and yard as uninviting as possible. Use a combination of anti-bird-friendly techniques such as hanging pie tins from trees, spraying shrubs and foliage with pepper-spray, or booby-trapping areas the birds like to gather with a substance called Hot Foot, which functions in a manner similar to a glue board but which allows the bird to escape.

Step 5

Encourage natural predators. Adopt several large cats, if you can. They will help keep the birds away, though they may bring you any they are able to catch as a token of affection. If you cannot adopt live animals, then purchase a few pretenders -- plastic owls, rubber snakes, synthetic hawks -- and place them around your property, particularly in areas that might seem like good nesting sites. Artificial predators that are motion-activated tend to have the greatest effect.

Step 6

Set up a mynah trap. Contact your local extension office and ask them to bring a mynah trap to your property. Be sure they instruct you as to the proper use of the trap and the appropriate baits to use. Traps should be situated as far away from possible disturbances as possible and the bait should be the only available food source in the immediate area. Once the birds have been trapped, they can be collected and humanely disposed of by a qualified professional.

https://www.hunker.com/13405796/how-to-get-rid-of-mynah-birds

Hello Lovely People.

It was about 4pm today that I had written a thank you nice people for your comments. but then it went on to include much more and I decided to turn it into a post; being it had stretched more than usual, with the intention to copy and paste it onto my blog. About that time my carer son rushed in and told me it was pouring with rain, then at that moment the big bang came and the whole house lost power and what I had written was gone and so was my faithful puss who had shot under the bed in terror. I did bang my fist on the desk and say an awful word as well as Bugger.
After an hour or so the power returned and we were able to cook dinner as usual although the up to date modern Gas oven could not operate without an electric start - or Fan.
Yesterday I was given the next thousand dollar jab in my Tum three more to go.
I am now in total isolation, my carer son does any outside jaunts and is responsible for the general cleaning together with his responsibilities in the laundry and kitchen cleaning. this is due now to the absence of my cleaning lady Phoebe a size twelve 31-year-old with most attributes.  Phoebe will return to her duties as soon as a latter-day Solon can be found with answers to this big C dilemma and its draconian rules.
I am not allowed visitors, my only human conversation is with my eldest son, who is not the greatest listener who spends 85% of his waking hours in front of his several computers. a person who has had about seven different live-in partners during his adult life does save a lot of explanation.
Apart from the TV,  daily paper and the garden, my only other excess is having a conversation with Minnie my ten-year-old pussy cat who is laying on my feet as I write.  Minnie is like a shadow and loves me to bits. I have missed you all and hope to resume writing as soon as possible, Love you all, Best wishes  Vest.

I'm Getting Expensive!

Due to the decline in function of my kidneys and resulting low hemoglobin causing anemia and occasional giddy spells. My nephrologist (kidney specialist) has prescribed a monthly Mircera injection. And although provided to me by the PBS (the free Australian pharmaceutical benefits scheme) for $6.60, I noticed on the box that the full cost is a staggering $1,090.37