Tuesday, 18 February 2020

It happened again today. Gosford road trip.

    Another trip to Gosford today. Two hours drive plus parking there and back. plus doctors fee. which quite easily could have been sorted out by a phone call to my local doctor. coupled with the fact I started out with my son driving and I had this raging stomach ache there and back and the scheduled weekly shopping for necessities had to be cancelled. My problem is still ongoing although not so severe.

Re Run 4. wasted trip to gosford specialist

A  Ninety Km round trip for Nowt.

Today was to be a trip to the Gosford Hospital for ongoing treatment for my xxxxxx problem. not currently life-threatening. The ninety km journey itself is harrowing enough, particularly travelling through Gosford, NSW, which can be described as the largest car park on the Central Coast.
On arrival at the ambulatory dept, I was informed that I was not scheduled for treatment today due to a viral infection showing up in my system and when it clears my treatment will continue. I then asked why was I  not informed last Tues when the problem arose. I was then told  I was by telephone. Which turned out to be untrue as no record of the call was found.
I informed them, in future I would ring prior to my expected appointment to save wasting my valuable time and money, having to get up early and shave and shower out of season whereas I could be in my best rural rags and pottering around with manure and stuff in the garden. It seems a shame to waste a shower and shave, so I shall turn to look after things clerical I have neglected recently.

Back soon..... Vest.....Quote: A crow is no whiter for being washed.

Saturday, 8 February 2020

RE RUN 2

So the world will not end today after all.

What a shame, we could have enjoyed a merry Christmas and a happy end of the world all in one, dun finks it's gonna happen folks; so we may now continue our debauchery murder and love-hate relationships until the next stupid prediction... Australia luckily has an advantage over most of the world and should be the first to experience the planet's doom, as predicted by ancient soothsayers of the extinct Mayan civilisation which disappeared a fair while back, so any further advice from the archives of these extinct geezers should be taken with a pinch of salt - or garlic if you are Latino or Hispanic....... Much more likely; is that we will all still be here come Saturday, in one form or another. Hopefully, this could be the end for end of the world predictions...... Tomorrow pinch yourself to be sure....... Back soon Vest. BTW. For those readers of my blog who live on other planets, and I know a few of these non-earthlings, Watch it Mate, your next.

RE RUN ONE

Perfection personified.

To create perfection takes time. Dissatisfaction within your Marriage or Recognised Partnership is known as the 'Seven Year itch, allegedly occurs after seven years of marriage. The pace of modern life being what it is, we seem to have accelerated the process and are hitting the seven-year distance within one year, and it seems more couples are unhappiest during their first year of togetherness than those which follow. The phrase honeymoon period' clearly needs rethinking, but it is still worth considering why there should be so much dissatisfaction so early. Possibly it may be due to our present-day culture being so demanding of everything being immediate. However, most happily married couples know that perfection takes time. Give it more than one year at least. ....................................................................................... WHAT IS A HUSBAND. A Husband is a man you really like and really love - he's the closest friend you've ever had... A HUSBAND is that special man who shares your dreams for a wonderful future. He gives the special meaning to that beautiful word - Together. It really doesn't matter where we are or what we are doing so long as we have each other to share it all. HAPPY CHRISTMAS To my Hubby Les AKA Vest... Your lover Rosemary.XXX Posted By Rosemary with permission of Daily Gaggle.Com

Leaving Rosemary in charge.

Leading up to the festive season Vest will be busily involved with matters other than blogging. but may squeeze in a pre-Xmas post depending on time allowing such. So matters blogging will be left for My dear lady to sort out. Back soon. Vest.

RE Runs Galore

Shortly I shall be Re Publishing a few ancient posts to tide me over while in my present state of poor health. whether this will amuse you or not remains to be seen. In any case, I am doing it for my own benefit to keep me sane and active. Memories are what I feed on now, and remembering them and particularly the good ones will be comforting. You are welcome to comment should you wish.

Wednesday, 5 February 2020

Words on Wednesday, PISHILL .A village in England.

Words on Wednesday are supplied by River today and for the whole month. They are.
  Blankets, Striding, Hocus pocus, Sluggishly, Comparative, Notebook.


My story relates to the hamlet of PISHILL within the Chiltern Hills of Oxfordshire in England.
Yes, its name is spelt correctly, although *Comparative in ribaldry as our Australian Ship Creek and is a small hamlet reminiscent of Frogs hollow, a medieval-themed village mentioned in previous posts; its reputation embellished by *Hocus Pocus.
This small hamlet is situated within a steep valley, my aged *Notebook reveals information sourced from my youth and mentions that, it was only suitable for growing Marrowfat peas, thereby the name of the hamlet becoming a derivation of the word peas.
Pishill a short distance from Dorchester on the Thames (Not to be confused with Dorchester in Dorset England), is where I often went fishing for tiddlers and *Striding out on nature walks. Pishill is frequently covered by fog which *Blankets the valley and the *Sluggishly running brook which flows onwards to its exit within the river Thame nearby, another arm of the Mighty Thames.

I have revisited Pishill several times on frequent visits to  England, my birthplace, particularly the Crown Inn at Pishill, a favourite watering place.

Thank you for reading my post,  your comments will be appreciated. Vest daily Gaggle .com.

Google, PISHILL England. for more info.

Thursday, 30 January 2020

Words on Wednesday

The words this week are selected from Group one from the blog of Elephants Child, they are the following. Splurge, Bonking, Veteran, Windows, Lasagne, Inconceivable

   Having achieved a reasonable body weight of about 78 Kilos, It is INCONCEIVABLE that I  have a SPLURGE on a diet containing LASAGNE. or engage in BONKING or marching with VETERANS. Flag-waving from WINDOWS would be the limit to VET day jollities.
While on the subject of bonking which has little to do with banking or money unless you enjoy paying for such excesses of the flesh, the word Bonking was attributed to its first usage by the dear departed Maggie Thatcher a former British Prime minister.

Vest Daily Gaggle .com

Fumbling for a word or description is everyone's birthright.

     Why did we not think of that before?
It is the best thing that has happened to the likes of Israel Folau, the self-righteous Ex  Thugby League creep has been turned into a Frog.
The blithering idiot has left our shores and defected to France with my blessing and I expect that the people of France will soon be inundated with this ex Thugby league muttonhead preaching to their Gay tolerant population, and a dead certainty to create dissension., anyhow the people of France deserve him and you may have him for keeps - free gratis.
 Israel Folau's defection from Australia will most probably expedite a more hurried Brexit by Great Britain from the European Union.

The truth is rather a current which flows from what people say to us, and which we pick up, invisible though it is than the actual thing they have said.

I would like to apologise for not replying to the comments received on my previous posts, this is due to me being hospitalised and other bodily dysfunctions over the past few weeks. Hopefully, I shall now  return and things will improve

Vest. Daily Gaggle.com 

Sunday, 22 December 2019

A Merry Christmas "Everyone"

I have not been well over the past few weeks, in and out of hospitals and doctors appointments never-ending  I shall endeavour to get back on track in the new year. Weather patterns are crazy at the moment. 46 c here yesterday at noon but this morning a chilly 17 c. wearing a woolly at the moment and it is 24 c.
 It will be a very quiet Christmas for my elder son and me, although we will be visiting my dear lady wife  Rosemary on Xmas eve, a few tears no doubt.
Ginger our old Tom puss had to be put down; Cancer, Chris has his ashes in a box in his office.
Minney our female puss is into mouse hunting at the moment, there seems to be a tribe of mice dwelling under the covered decking, burying tiny mice has become a morning chore. in the evenings while watching the television, Minney will perch on the arm of the sofa without fail to look into my eyes meows meaning I love you, nice daddy.- most of my conversation in this house is with the cat, who is sitting near my feet looking up while I write.
Chris has gone to bed. he rarely say's 'Goodnight' or 'Good morning' unless prompted. I shall watch television until sleep overtakes my weary frame and the trot off to bye-byes.
 Merry Christmas to you all.
Vest Daily Gaggle

Sunday, 1 December 2019

An interesting rerun.

Cor blimey, What a night !

Got back to our castle from the club Via my mates house about 2am, much goings-on - still a bit of  swearing and people necking in the shrubbery, the bang clang music still blaring due to the neighbours being away places distant, I slept in the gardener's cottage(Shed) til 0800, was wakened by the visiting family of magpies tucking into several piles of vomit amid the cans bottles a broken glass reminiscent of a Barry Dog's Head Barby and general piss up. The local handyman had been summoned to clean up the chaos and had just returned from the local park after depositing the last three drunks from our back garden. Previously invitations had been sent to people with an option to bring a friend and their own grog and for those who were poor, a selection of the cheapest plonk was available from the family cellar. Several half-cooked steaks on the Barby being attacked by ants were cut up and fed to a couple of large crows, one of whom had flown off earlier with a condom so I was informed by her indoors who was upset about the demise of her fake Ming vase which we used as a brolly stand, then looking out of the front window after squeezing behind the sofa I trod into a discarded pizza portion when I noticed the front flower beds were in a sorry state and a lone car was parked on our frontage, Our handyman then asked me to  check out our pet enclosure where an old swimming pool housed a 2.5 baby Croc named 'Salty', Salty is quite amicable until you enter his territory , last year we found a football in his enclosure which was covered in blood, we are not sure what happened and no one has been reported missing so far , However today near a pool of blood lay a single shoe which we presumed may have belonged to the owner of the solitary vehicle parked out front.
So it was finally decided to phone the Old Bill. After redialling a Wooden Top answered my call, I told him I want to report a possible murder.
"What do you mean a possible murder is a person deceased or what, and who is the person", "dunno Say's I, Only salty knows the guy in question and he isn't saying anything". "Where are you phoning from says wooden top" I revealed our location and he replied we have two drunk drivers in our cells who say they were at your residence last night" "Be about right," said I.
Ten Minutes later sergeant flatfoot arrived and checked the rego of the vehicle out front with a personalised plate reading SPU TOO. the owner apparently a local SP Bookie...... after DNA Checks it was confirmed it was he the bookie who salty had for a late-night snack, now it is left to the bobbies to find out was he pushed or did he jump?.
Back soon, have fun, Vest. Copyright Daily Gaggle.com

jewish Christmas

Jewish Christmas.

One of my regular callers Frank Cooke from Barnados U/K has sent this to me, being I am very busy Frank can take care of any mud slinging from the Faith Industry followers.

JEWISH CHRISTMAS
As a teacher, Ms. Jones, was very curious about how each of her students celebrated Christmas. She called on young Patrick Murphy.
"Tell me Patrick what do you do at Christmas Time?", she asked.
Patrick addressed the class, "Well Ms. Jones, my twelve brothers and sisters and I go to midnight Mass and we sing hymns, then we come home very late and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our stockings. Then all excited we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come with all our toys". "Very nice Patrick", she said.

"Now, Jimmy what do you do at Christmas?"
"Well, Ms. Jones, my sister and I also go to Church with Mum And Dad and we sing carols and we get home ever so late. We put cookies and milk by the chimney and we hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus to bring our presents."

Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked, "Now, Isaac, what do you do at Christmas?"
Isaac said, "Well, it's the same thing every year. Dad comes home from the office. We all pile into the Rolls and drive to our toy factory. When we get inside, we look at all the empty shelves and begin to sing 'What a Friend We Have in Jesus'. Then we all go to the Bahamas."


Frank Cooke.    Per Vest Daily Gaggle.

Saturday, 30 November 2019

Today I returned from Wyong Hospital after thirty-six. hours of blood transfusions, Spare me the details., apart from that, the sojourn was made tolerable by the lady doctors and several charming nurses. Thank you, ladies.

It is Christmas Card time again


It is this time of the year when you drag out of that special drawer in the cupboard marked XMAS. In it, you will find a long list of friends and relatives who you deem worthy of a message of worthiness like love health wealth and happiness etc There is also a long list of those loving people whom you sent cards to the previous year and a Tick beside the names of those who sent a meaningful message to you.
This is where the bastardry starts, you say to yourself how can I reduce the problems of writers Xmas card cramp?. It is perfectly simple because I like a lot of sensible people will have bundled the last batch of Ho Ho Ho's together by elastic bands. these are placed on the table together with Two different (some cheap) Xmas cards you intend sending to those you received Jollities from the previous joyful year. 
By the time this brain exhausting exercise has been completed, you will find that the list has hardly diminished.  We have lost some by the will of God or have moved interstate or have no more interest in pursuing you for love or money. and then you have the newcomers who will be on your list for years to come. Not forgetting those who will appear for the first time this year most who send late and receive a reply in the new year.
The main reason for writing this load of gobbledygook is that I will have to reduce my blogging to accommodate this extra activity being I shall not be calling on your blog as often as I would  wish to( it doth seem that due to a lack of callers on my blog the XMAS card Madness has started earlier than even I have envisaged. 

Vest... daily Gaggle.

It happened again today. Gosford road trip.

    Another trip to Gosford today. Two hours drive plus parking there and back. plus doctors fee. which quite easily could have been sorted ...