Well, I've been a quiet bunny haven't I.
Not because there haven't been things to blog about but mainly because I never have time to blog them, Or at least, other things have more priority in those times when I could be blogging. Must try harder as Messrs Hayter, Osborne, Davies, Collins, McNee, Wakely and other teachers at school would, and most definitely did, say.
So the headlines have been;
Work has been busy. Even better, I've even managed to sell stuff so there is income.
Being chairman of HLO is time consuming! Not only that, I had to have a talk with someone to remove them from the role in the next production because they aren't up to it. Not his fault, he should never have been cast. Our MD is skating on very thin ice!
As well as having Linda homeless a mate t work, 69 and suffering from a heart complaint has ended up homeless and his council are being as much use as Linda's.In addition, whilst helping at a gig I ended up sorting out another homeless person who turned up on the door who was rather ill. I'm thinking of changing my name to Mother Theresa! The percentage of Buddhist in me does however like to think that maybe the new sales and income might be karmicly linked to helping the homeless.
And on the music front I've been helping out at gigs for
Claude Bourbon.
Neads & Prince.
Ian McNabb
All the above for Helen Martin
Still, who knows. Maybe I'll blog again soon.
5 comments:
I've always thought you were like Mother Theresa.
But with better legs.
I always think it dreadfully sad when people become homeless but I do wonder ow they manage it. Well done for helping those that you know without homes.
Mother Theresa eh? Without the wrinkles, on hopes!
How, not ow! Tsk.
Masher - I know you always appreciate a well turned ankle.
Toffeeapple - It's very simple. Linda: Landlord decided he needed his flat back for son to move into. (He says this every time he wants a change of tenants). During her tenancy she went onto benefits. Incredibly few private landlords accept benefit tenants even though the money is guaranteed. Not enough points to just walk into a council property.
Not quite as many wrinkles but trying hard.
Mother Theresa had *fantastic* legs!
I understand busy. Busy is good. But not all the time. We all need some space.
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