Category Archives: The parrot has landed.

There and back again and back again and there.

The poor S&H needs a visit, I thought.  When things go wrong a hug from Mum is a help. However, it is a long way and a long time since we went there.  The OH has found and been bought … Continue reading

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The technology of yesteryear…….

ends up donated. If you have ever considered yourself to be ever so slightly past it, please be consoled.  You cannot possibly be more past it than passed-on technology.  How capacious is your drawer of music cassettes?  Do you still … Continue reading

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Itching for Britain.

You should believe in your beliefs, I believe.  Furthermore I believe I should set a good example in this matter and I believe I did not. Tuesday night is the last night on which I slept, through the night, in … Continue reading

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Unto man the creator gifted creativity and suggested he create; unto his five-year old, the devil gave three pots of micro-fine glitter in different colours and suggested she mix them. By sprinkling.

Glitter is actually another element in the Periodic table but no one has mentioned it, for fear of reprisals. The maths of glitter is terrifying. Glitter is so cost effective as a decoration, it confounds accountants because it has a … Continue reading

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Seasonal lagging.

Before we get started, I would like to clear up any misapprehensions concerning the title.  Much as I love Australia and assorted rellies therein, this is not a timely warning about getting up in the loft and wrapping bandages round … Continue reading

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Gate-crashing for the over sixties.

What’s your number?  This is not the same as a chosen ‘lucky’ number.  For years I thought mine was seven and incorporated it in anything, such as lottery numbers, that I felt needed some help from a number that belonged … Continue reading

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I have a cunning planner

You’re meant to plan your life, these days.  I know this because there was this inspirational couple (who were very inspiring because they’d lost weight and she’d had her teeth fixed, so they started lecturing, as you do) who issued … Continue reading

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The seven signs of ageing

Eagle-eyed readers may have spotted that I visited this topic previously many years ago.  As this blog has been going so very long, there is a possibility I was a mere child in my fifties when I did the writing.  … Continue reading

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Weighty matters

If you are a reader from the beginning of JaneLaverick.com (and for the sake of anyone new, this is my real name, who would invent it?), well done!  In September it will be twelve years.  The first thing I wrote … Continue reading

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The dangers of the free emission of flatus, and the subsequent effect on the ego.

Boris Noris, stupid boyHad habits you could not enjoy.His table manners were not greatHe let you watch him masticate.He licked his knife, he sucked his forkAnd, as he ate, he always talked. He was a windy child and grewAnd as … Continue reading

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