It seems the older I get, the more I am prone to rant!
Now I know language is a living thing, and is apt to change over the years with usage, and altered meanings for certain words. (GAY not being the least of them!)
Whatever happened to TWICE??? Or even THRICE?? Both perfectly good words, meaning respectively two times, and three times.
Now it seems to be all "two times" which irritates the
I realise young people have probably never heard of 'thrice' and would be hard pressed to understand what it means. But when, oh when, did TWICE go out of vogue??
Another rant concerns the seemingly brain-dead persons who leave idiot comments on lots of my posts, which are either advertisements or 'Asian language' of some description, which I cannot understand. Nor do I wish to understand.
I wonder if anyone has any advice for getting rid of these serial pests for ever? I have tried 'deleting sender', but still they keep coming. One post in particular keeps getting these stupid comments, which I delete every time. I wonder is it the Title of the post, which has attracted the moronic commenting. I wont repeat the title here, in case that causes a flurry of further moron's comments!
I have never wanted to use Word Verification, but it seems I might have to resort to that, if these pests keep dogging my posts!!GRRRRR.
Further news about Gom is not good. He has been feeling well under par, and after initially responding well to treatment, is now not doing so well.
He is to see a Specialist as soon as possible now, as our GP admits he is stumped as to the reason for falling blood counts.
We realise there is no cure for his condition, but our GP felt with managed treatment, Gom could still live to a decent old age.
So, I am ignoring the totally bald patch on the front creeper on our front wall, where some overzealous Gom went seemingly mad. It will grow back- eventually.
I am ignoring the snide comments about my driving and parking abilities.
I am remembering all the fun times we have had.
I am remembering him in his role as Happy Young Publican Husband.
I am remembering all the really brilliant things he did, as a Publican, and Husband, and Friend, and Father.
We can still laugh together on good days.
I try to bite down the bad bits, and realise none of them are life threatening... though the sanity may be tried & the sense of humour may temporarily vanish.
Simon & Garfunkel, Bridge Over Troubled Water.