Messymascot's faith in humanity and ginger safe haven

If you ever need any more, let me know as I’d happily post it down as I suspect it’s the same one I buy from my local chippy.

Additionally, I hope today goes okay for you as I know how rubbish the anniversary of a death of a loved one can be.
Which chippy is that Phil. My old one just off Rose Lane used to stock it too.

Edit. Just bought 3 and have 2 at home. I do use it a lot but hopefully it will last me a while, especially now BBQ season is over
 

If you're looking ar doing a trip to one of the local ancient Roman sites I'd recommend Herculaneum rather than Pompeii. It's so much better preserved. Both are worth a look see though.

Ain't much in Naples itself IMO.

Enjoy the cruise mate. Seems to be a few of us doing them this year. Maybe we should have the reunion on one too rather than back in Liverpool ?
Second vote for Herculaneum. Superb site! (Jealous as hell. I'd love to be back there)
 
Good afternoon all. This happened today.
First a bit of background. When I do overtime It is pretty much, get out of bed, log on. No niceties like getting dressed or doing anything with the hair. This morning no different. We've invited our neighbour, who has been through a tough time recently and who is moving away on Monday, over tonight for a farewell drink.
This morning I'm working away, in my pjs and fluffy dressing gown when I hear a knock on the door. Get downstairs just in time to see neighbour walking away. Shout after her, she didn't hear. Risk assess the situation and decide it will be OK to travel two doors down still in pjs and dressing gown. It is also raining. So knocked at her door, apologised for the pjs. "Oh come in. Don't worry" Went inside to be confronted by a random bloke with some very fetching piercings and tattoos. "This is Dan. He's helping me pack" Totally mortified. "errrm, hi Dan. I don't usually go out in public in my pjs" Dan smiles, a smile that says "yeah right" and then asks did we have a hammer and a screwdriver he could borrow. So, then I had to go home, get said hammer and screwdriver and return to my neighbour's still in my pjs.
The moral of the story being my Mum was right - you need to dress properly at all times to cover occasions such as this.
I'm going shopping later. I am dressed and I have applied make up!
 
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It's 12 months today since my Cal left me. The time has passed so quickly.

Of course I miss her terribly but I've moved on so much from the utter desolation of 12 months ago. A lot of that is down to the friendship and support I've had from you guys and of course Karl for setting up this little haven.

I just want to take this opportunity to say thanks guys.
I didn't know back then what you had suffered through, but from a few of your posts , I realized you had lost someone you loved very much. I'm happy all of those here were there for you. I hope every day gets a bit easier. I'm sure Cal is looking down, watching out for you. :) *Big hug
 

I wouldn't want it any other way H?









Thanks for the kind words guys. It means a lot.

Just in Dobbies having lunch and reading the messages. Getting a few strange looks from other punters whenever I stop to wipe my eyes. But if they notice I'm looking at an Everton fan site I suppose it will all make sense?
That reply is what has done the hard work @Barnfred 55 ,your sense of humour .Which I am sure is one of the main things that you both enjoyed together.I think that is the mainstay of my marriage -I search high and low to find a foreign woman who just smiles and pretends she is happy with me.
 
Good afternoon all. This happened today.
First a bit of background. When I do overtime It is pretty much, get out of bed, log on. No niceties like getting dressed or doing anything with the hair. This morning no different. We've invited our neighbour, who has been through a tough time recently and who is moving away on Monday, over tonight for a farewell drink.
This morning I'm working away, in my pjs and fluffy dressing gown when I hear a knock on the door. Get downstairs just in time to see neighbour walking away. Shout after her, she didn't hear. Risk assess the situation and decide it will be OK to travel two doors down still in pjs and dressing gown. It is also raining. So knocked at her door, apologised for the pjs. "Oh come in. Don't worry" Went inside to be confronted by a random bloke with some very fetching piercings and tattoos. "This is Dan. He's helping me pack" Totally mortified. "errrm, hi Dan. I don't usually go out in public in my pjs" Dan smiles, a smile that says "yeah right" and then asks did we have a hammer and a screwdriver he could borrow. So, then I had to go home, get said hammer and screwdriver and return to my neighbour's still in my pjs.
The moral of the story being my Mum was right - you need to dress properly at all times to cover occasions such as this.
I'm going shopping later. I am dressed and I have applied make up!
I have to say that post went down hill form the meeting with said Dan .
Ok your mother could have been correct but I had visions and at my age they can be very dangerous ,then I was imagining GIFS and it all went haywire .
 

Good afternoon all. This happened today.
First a bit of background. When I do overtime It is pretty much, get out of bed, log on. No niceties like getting dressed or doing anything with the hair. This morning no different. We've invited our neighbour, who has been through a tough time recently and who is moving away on Monday, over tonight for a farewell drink.
This morning I'm working away, in my pjs and fluffy dressing gown when I hear a knock on the door. Get downstairs just in time to see neighbour walking away. Shout after her, she didn't hear. Risk assess the situation and decide it will be OK to travel two doors down still in pjs and dressing gown. It is also raining. So knocked at her door, apologised for the pjs. "Oh come in. Don't worry" Went inside to be confronted by a random bloke with some very fetching piercings and tattoos. "This is Dan. He's helping me pack" Totally mortified. "errrm, hi Dan. I don't usually go out in public in my pjs" Dan smiles, a smile that says "yeah right" and then asks did we have a hammer and a screwdriver he could borrow. So, then I had to go home, get said hammer and screwdriver and return to my neighbour's still in my pjs.
The moral of the story being my Mum was right - you need to dress properly at all times to cover occasions such as this.
I'm going shopping later. I am dressed and I have applied make up!

My grandmother wouldn't go through a drive-thru, in the passenger seat, unless she was done up...different era.
 
It's 12 months today since my Cal left me. The time has passed so quickly.

Of course I miss her terribly but I've moved on so much from the utter desolation of 12 months ago. A lot of that is down to the friendship and support I've had from you guys and of course Karl for setting up this little haven.

I just want to take this opportunity to say thanks guys.
Hey mate I don’t think we knew each other at the time of Cal passing
But this link I have got to know you and found out we both grew up close to each other, and have many mutual fans and even on the same photo of the Speke lads, at cup winners cup final

Small world eh mate, but I think you have come a long way in a year judging by your posts and other peoples responses
 
My grandmother wouldn't go through a drive-thru, in the passenger seat, unless she was done up...different era.
I agree but I'm also a scruffy b*gg*r left to my own devices! I do get dressed for the normal working week so there are some standards. My daughter, aged 25, has been home working for as long as I have and still puts her face on every day for work. My Mum will never be dead while my daughter is alive - very many common traits.
 

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