What The Future Promises
Without Prejudice
I think if anything happens to my Brother In Law Winston, Jackie, my older Sister will demand we pal up together and cruise the world. She's rich enough for the entire world so we could do it in style. Heaven forbid anything does happen to him but Jackie always said to me if he died she would be "alright" Meaning well heeled. What fun we could have, My Scottish Aunts did and my Yorkshire Aunts.
The only problem I could see is choice in Music, She likes Cliff Richard and Elvis and I like the Angels, Metallica Lo Rider, Lady Gaga. Headphones of course.
My Auntie Betty hadn't been on a plane before in her life when she flew all the way here. To her Sisters family. She only has one son, and Aunty Betty loves a tribe or two. She'd be as happy as a clam cooking for a brood, so when she's here we let her. The family has taken her to New Zealand, Melbourne, Gold Coast, Sunshine Coast and Hamilton or Day Dream.
For a simple Yorkshire woman the places are exotic and fun. She drinks Pina Colados at Morgans Restaurant in Redcliife, where the fish comes off the boat and is hurried to the kitchen. My Son In Law Andrew who can eat his body weight in sea food and often does, was in seventh heaven there, stuffed on seafood. The Buffet- All you can eat menu. For such a cultivated man he is a hog when it comes to that. Deb, his wife, my oldest daughter has stalked out on him before at the Marriott Buffet. The Homer Simpson of Margate.
The first time Auntie Betty came, she came she spent two months amongst the Rich and Shameless (jks) and then came to Melbourne. Where I was going through the divorce from hell and we all sat on the floor as there was no furniture. She didn't blink an eye, she survived World War 2, this was nothing to her. I cringed at the thought of my lowly life compared to my rich sibs and she couldn't have cared less. Mucked in with everything and had a totally great time.
She's 90 now and keeps threatening to come out one last time. Every time is last time to Auntie Betty and she always cries. Sobs, it's awful to say goodbye to her sometimes. I've been over to the Uk More times than I like to count. Nowadays I hate flying, have to have a Valium and a large scotch to get me near that plane. And UK is such a tedious trip, too long, too hot and too many people with sweaty armpits who need to wash.
Last time I spent most of the journey staring down at the Frozen Steppes and thinking, fancy living there. Always cold no matter where you go. I'm sure they get used to it, born to it, but I just think shudder. I couldn't sleep and I hate feeling like I am stuck in a broom cupboard for the entire flight. That's the entire amount of space you have. I hate it and I would have to be dragged kicking and screaming on a flight to the UK these days.
I've been to Scotland, Wales, Ireland, England,and I love it all.. I've felt like the French Lieutenant"s Woman on a dock In Cornwall. I've climbed the hills of Scotland and gone to the Fishing Villages and Aberdeen and Edinburgh, my birthplace with its magnificent Castle. I've shopped for Kilt material in the streets. McKenzie tartan after my great Grandmother.
I've been to the Opera In the West End London and My mother In Law was jet lagged and fell asleep and started snoring, loudly. I had to elbow her in the ribs a few times and she would wake up and say
"What, what I was just resting my eyes "
We stayed at her relatives then in a beautiful 2 story house in London with a massive back yard and conservatory and everything was glassy cold. Then an elegant mews house in inner London. I've been to a ballroom dance competition with my two Yorkshire aunts at a run down Butlins in Wales and my Aunt Pat commented
"Eeh Lass, Ive never been so Fooking bored in my whole life" and disappeared for the hot chips counter.
So cruising be the way to go, leisurely and in style, oops forgot Jackie throws up in cars, boats, could be bad for her. Just imagine if we did and she's so wealthy Gentlemen come to woo her, Ha ha. She'd hit them with her walking stick, ( she MIGHT have one by then ) knowing Jackie, and head off for High Tea with silver service and Petit Fours with coloured balls on them. That's the way a lady does it x
Love Janette
I think if anything happens to my Brother In Law Winston, Jackie, my older Sister will demand we pal up together and cruise the world. She's rich enough for the entire world so we could do it in style. Heaven forbid anything does happen to him but Jackie always said to me if he died she would be "alright" Meaning well heeled. What fun we could have, My Scottish Aunts did and my Yorkshire Aunts.
The only problem I could see is choice in Music, She likes Cliff Richard and Elvis and I like the Angels, Metallica Lo Rider, Lady Gaga. Headphones of course.
My Auntie Betty hadn't been on a plane before in her life when she flew all the way here. To her Sisters family. She only has one son, and Aunty Betty loves a tribe or two. She'd be as happy as a clam cooking for a brood, so when she's here we let her. The family has taken her to New Zealand, Melbourne, Gold Coast, Sunshine Coast and Hamilton or Day Dream.
For a simple Yorkshire woman the places are exotic and fun. She drinks Pina Colados at Morgans Restaurant in Redcliife, where the fish comes off the boat and is hurried to the kitchen. My Son In Law Andrew who can eat his body weight in sea food and often does, was in seventh heaven there, stuffed on seafood. The Buffet- All you can eat menu. For such a cultivated man he is a hog when it comes to that. Deb, his wife, my oldest daughter has stalked out on him before at the Marriott Buffet. The Homer Simpson of Margate.
The first time Auntie Betty came, she came she spent two months amongst the Rich and Shameless (jks) and then came to Melbourne. Where I was going through the divorce from hell and we all sat on the floor as there was no furniture. She didn't blink an eye, she survived World War 2, this was nothing to her. I cringed at the thought of my lowly life compared to my rich sibs and she couldn't have cared less. Mucked in with everything and had a totally great time.
She's 90 now and keeps threatening to come out one last time. Every time is last time to Auntie Betty and she always cries. Sobs, it's awful to say goodbye to her sometimes. I've been over to the Uk More times than I like to count. Nowadays I hate flying, have to have a Valium and a large scotch to get me near that plane. And UK is such a tedious trip, too long, too hot and too many people with sweaty armpits who need to wash.
Last time I spent most of the journey staring down at the Frozen Steppes and thinking, fancy living there. Always cold no matter where you go. I'm sure they get used to it, born to it, but I just think shudder. I couldn't sleep and I hate feeling like I am stuck in a broom cupboard for the entire flight. That's the entire amount of space you have. I hate it and I would have to be dragged kicking and screaming on a flight to the UK these days.
I've been to Scotland, Wales, Ireland, England,and I love it all.. I've felt like the French Lieutenant"s Woman on a dock In Cornwall. I've climbed the hills of Scotland and gone to the Fishing Villages and Aberdeen and Edinburgh, my birthplace with its magnificent Castle. I've shopped for Kilt material in the streets. McKenzie tartan after my great Grandmother.
I've been to the Opera In the West End London and My mother In Law was jet lagged and fell asleep and started snoring, loudly. I had to elbow her in the ribs a few times and she would wake up and say
"What, what I was just resting my eyes "
We stayed at her relatives then in a beautiful 2 story house in London with a massive back yard and conservatory and everything was glassy cold. Then an elegant mews house in inner London. I've been to a ballroom dance competition with my two Yorkshire aunts at a run down Butlins in Wales and my Aunt Pat commented
"Eeh Lass, Ive never been so Fooking bored in my whole life" and disappeared for the hot chips counter.
So cruising be the way to go, leisurely and in style, oops forgot Jackie throws up in cars, boats, could be bad for her. Just imagine if we did and she's so wealthy Gentlemen come to woo her, Ha ha. She'd hit them with her walking stick, ( she MIGHT have one by then ) knowing Jackie, and head off for High Tea with silver service and Petit Fours with coloured balls on them. That's the way a lady does it x
Love Janette
