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Tuesday, 19 March 2013
My 15 Greatest Nightmares (I can only think of 15).
As a follow-on from my 30 greatest pleasures, it seems only decent to now go the other way, and offer my hates!
1. Bread and Butter Pudding (always at No 1).
2. Being cold.
3. Being ill.
6. My late, Great Aunt Lillian's cooking.
7. Excessive belief in superstition.
13. Most politicians.
14. Complicated Hi Tech machinery.
15. Late Spring frosts.
I feel I should explain No's 6 and 10.
No 6. My late Aunt Lillian didn't know the inside of a pancake from the outside. The last meal I 'enjoyed' with her was 'unroasted chicken'. She had roasted it (complete with internal plastic bag of giblets) for about 15 minutes. It was completely raw, and without saying a word, I was obliged to take it from the dining table and return it to her kitchen. Aunt Lillian simply sighed.
No 10. Any game that involves running from one side of a court to the other, whilst counting how many times they go up and down, and ending up with a score something like 101-102, must be total lunacy. Why not fight over the ball like in Rugby, or do it blindfolded on stilts; but to run from A to B then back to A then back to B then back to A then.... Complete madness.
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The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
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