As he tried to put his things together, he remembered he had to take breakfast before leaving, because the chance of finding a good restaurant or a cheap caffeteria in the direction he as heading was going to be difficult.
As he made his way down the stairs, he started having the first inkling that everything was not well with him. With every movement of his legs, the squeaking sound he thought he was dreaming about the night before, became more and more pronounced, until he started feeling a "binding" feeling at the knees.
It was at this point that he remembered that he had skipped the last three services, where the mechanic had told him that it was imperative to oil all the joints and bearings in his rusty joints.
Now he was standing with one foot on one step and the other foot on the other, completely frozen. He tried to call his mechanic for help, but found the battery on his mobile run down. He looked frantically at the mirror opposite the staircase, but it was so rusty, it was no good looking at. With a mighty effort using both hands, he finally managed to reach out for a can of WD 40 that was standing on one of the steps. Unfortunately before he could spray any on his rusty joints, he lost his balance and crushed to the floor. It was at this point that there was a mighty knock on the door. Who could it be? the fairy queen, or the miss from Switzerland? or his girlfried Marie or Marti (cannot remember the name) ..........
Unfortunately it happens from time to time.....I would be giving my sincere opinion, like in this case, where I was almost sure that there were'nt many people who knew anything about bread, I had the courage to speak my mind, because I thought that on CS people would be better at doing other things, when...bang...I get misinterpreted, and shot down.
No problem. I don't get offended as some other people do, so don't bother to aplogise. I don't need apologies. I was never offended.
Pessimists........Optimists........why do people have to put labels on who we are and how we are, what we do and how we do it?
True that there are people who see doomsday everyday, and others who never see the bridge collapsing beneath their feet until they crash down, but where are the realists? Where are those sincere and brave people who call black, black, and red, red.
I think that the way we decide to perceive things in adult life is the result of our upbringing.
You can put my name and that of my girlfriend. We always walk proudly holding hands together. Yes I agree with you, it is a sign of support and commitment when done in public.
It really depends what the subject matter is all about.
Sometimes I just listen, when they talk about me, without knowing me in person. I'll be standing close by just listening. Sometimes I put a bad comment myself against me, to see if they take up the bait and continue to bash me or come to my defence.
If there is a chance that they are right, then I correct my ways without commenting.
If I hear them say anything about my woman, then all masks come down, If it is something serious then I may show it in other ways besides words. As a lion, that is the way I feel I have to be.
You know that even the same word has different meaning when applied in different contexts. When adjectives are applied to things, they can have different meanings when applied to people. An invalid answer is not the same as an invalid person. Some people find the English language difficult because they cannot spell it correctly, so confuse words like see and sea. But then there are words that are spelt the same and are wildly different like.....he saw the saw. (one is a verb, the other a noun)
Talking in multiple languages one discovers that there are words that can express and embody ideas better in one language than in another.
The biggest advantage of being multilingual is that of being able to comunicate with a wider range of individuals from different countries. Each country has its traditions, and there is this exchange of traditions when different people use different ways of expression.
We Maltese are bilingual. The great majority of us talk English and the native language Maltese. Many of us also talk Italian. Some talk French or German. One of my sons talks Spanish too, because he lived in Madrid for two years teaching English and Italian.
It is far more difficult though to learn culture than to learn the language.
I said I have been married. I did Not say that I am still married. My wife died two years ago.
In a life where there is love without a contract to hang on, love is ten times more beautiful. It is love that holds the couple together, not a piece of paper.
Elley, my CS friend, Let me tell you this little joke before commenting. Your post starts with "been wed twice". Ok so here it goes.
Two playboys met at the gates of heaven, and started talking to each other about how best to talk their way into heaven with St Peter. They had no idea how St Peter would pardon such womanisers, and let them in. Fortunately, or unfortunately, right in front of them, there was an old man. The old man was talking to St Peter about how he suffered because he was married, and how marriage had drained all his energy and money etc. On hearing this, St Peter asked the man to step in, because he deserved the kingdom of heaven. Upon hearing this, the two playboys took to the idea of marriage, and one said to the other. "if being married is the passport to entry into the kingdom, if we say we were married twice, we would be doubly rewarded, and not only be admitted, but have a luxury front seat in the air conditioned area.
So St Peter looks at them, asks them if they are together, and they say yes. So he asks them "and you two, what do you have to say for yourselves?". One of them answers "We have been married too, in fact we were married twice!! On hearing this St peter shouts at them. OUT OUT GO DOWN STRAIGHT TO HELL !! "But why, why St Peter? The other guy was married and you let him in. We were married twice, that is twice the suffering, and you are sending us to hell now? St Peter yelled "we want no fools in heaven. You were married once! Why did you repeat your mistake, and got married twice? DOWN TO HELL BOTH!!
Morale of the story.....You don't need to get married to be happy. Just stay with the person you love for as long as it lasts. When its over, there will be no lawsuits and court settlements, no bills to pay. Just a broken heart to mend. I had been married for 34 years, always regretted having got married, but never regretted having loved that person. Today I will not dream of getting married again, even if the floor on which I walk would be covered with roses. But I am very much in love with a woman, would not have any other for my partner, and am insanely jealous of her, something I was not when I was married. Maybe I am wrong, but that is how it is with me today. Oh I love her children, and she loves mine. Luckily all our children left the nest, so there is no babysitting to do at home!!!!!
No there are some places that seem to be better than others, especially where the cost of living and the value of money is concerned.
In my opinion, Spain should rate as number one. Cheap good abundant food for very little money, and renting and buying are still in a decent bracket. Second come the Greek islands, if one gets used to Greek quisine.
For abundance of fresh food at relatively cheap prices (but going up) Sicily, and Corsica.
Can't say the same for Malta, where food has become very expensive, and so has lodging and property in general. Of course food and renting are still cheap compared to Germany, but buying property could cost a few times more than buying in France, Sicily, Germany and many other European countries. Best property buys are in Bulgaria.
What about swordfish? Fried in garlic and olive oil! With a spot of fresh Maltese lemon on top. And some fresh Maltese bread? Wow, mouthwatering indeed.
I will disqualify myself. This way you won't need to disqualify me. This I will do by sending a very short answer.
In life, unfortunately, I have done everything that I should not have done, or liked to do, and very little, almost nothing of what I wanted to do. If I had to live my life again?? I would keep less than 10% of my previous life. And if you ask me if I had a choice to choose the country or my parents or both. My parents were not bad at all, just old fashioned, with no vision of the future. My country? a land with very little opportunities, unless one was very lucky. I often hear of individuals who made it to the very top. Well, if you see who those individuals are they amount toless than one in 10,000 people. Some have had their parents push them. Most have inherited businesses. So they can't grumble.
Add to that my non existent "good luck" and you have my picture in a frame!!
I do that to all the people who check my profile. I return the visit, but hardly ever answer. First of all, I have a girlfriend, and am here mainly for the forums.
Second, in checking out their profile, I notice things like 5 feet tall, colour of eyes black, five kids, smoker, and so on, all things that disqualify them. What should I contact them for? To say, sorry but you are too short for me......as one beautiful lady answered me??
NO I am saying that nothing is absolute. Everything is comparative. Even when you THINK you have found the ideal, it may not be the case. If you are satisfied with what you have, just lie back and enjoy, but never illude yourself that it is the ultimate that you can have.
When women walk away from their male companions, it is usually not because their companions have done something wrong to them, it is because they illude themselves that they have found somebody better.
I appreciate your comment about me being funny, Smoky, but this is me without imbibing anything. Laughter tummy aches are common occurrence to people living in my inner circle! If I imbibed any of those liquids, I'd go drunk in minutes!
I prefer the puree' but the taste does not change much if you use crushed tomatoes. The flavour is stronger with puree', and since I have very little time to cook, I use it regularly.
All of a sudden Queen Smoky exclaimed, saying "What's this you have here? Is it one of your bolts gone loose? It feels more like a gear lever!!! Get yourself in order young man, before you present yourself to your queen.
No Oslo, the Swedes have no submarines with plugs at the bottom, and they feel to hot in the desert. They stay naked in their own country, imagine what they would do in the desert!!
As for the sandpaper, they are too delicate to use it
Passato is when you pass this tomato through some kind of machine, and squeeze it into a liquid. Nowadays, when we dont have those funny looking machines like a funnel with a handle to do these jobs, we buy it ready made in cans or bottles. It is tomato puree'
Seriously now, some of the recipies I put together myself, and they really taste delicious The first RISOTTO ANTON (obvious, called after me)
Medium sized onion (red preferred) 2 medium sized carrots 3 cloves garlic medium sized greenpepper 2-4 slices bacon 2 tsp chicken granules 150ml red wine one bottle passato pomodoro 300g risotto (Chef way rice, any long grain rice) 4-6 tbsp grated cheese (parmesan preferred) salt pepper parsley thyme (dried)
Recipe for 2 people
Chop finely the onion, the carrot, the garlic, and cook over a low flame until browned and tender, in some olive oil. Cut the green pepper into small pieces, and add to the above. Put the bacon into small bits and add, leaving to cook slowly. Weigh the rice and stir it in with the above, stirring all the time for about 5 mins Add the 150 wine and continue stirring the mixture. adjust the liquid by adding some water to keep the rice from absorbing all the liquid. Add the passato di pomodoro. Continue adding some liquid to allow the rice to cook well. After about 20 minutes, add the grated cheese, chicken granules, and mix well. Take off the flame and add half a tsp of thyme and and the chopped fresh parsley
Try it and give me your feedback.
Bon apetit!!
DRUMSTICKS ANTON
Recipe for 2 people.
4 drumsticks one green pepper OR 200 G mushrooms 375ml milk 4 tbsp plain flour medium onion 2-4 cloves garlic 150-200g thick ham or back bacon oil butter salt pepper grated cheese 2tsp mustard
Fry the drumsticks until well browned on all sides add the finely chopped onion and the garlic, and leave to brown on a low flame. add the butter and add the green pepper or mushrooms (both thinly sliced) Add the ham or bacon. Leave to cook stirring often. Mix the milk, flour, the grated cheese and the mustard into a homogenious mixture, add to pan. Adjust salt and pepper to taste.
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RE: RUSTYS DAY OUT
As he tried to put his things together, he remembered he had to take breakfast before leaving, because the chance of finding a good restaurant or a cheap caffeteria in the direction he as heading was going to be difficult.As he made his way down the stairs, he started having the first inkling that everything was not well with him. With every movement of his legs, the squeaking sound he thought he was dreaming about the night before, became more and more pronounced, until he started feeling a "binding" feeling at the knees.
It was at this point that he remembered that he had skipped the last three services, where the mechanic had told him that it was imperative to oil all the joints and bearings in his rusty joints.
Now he was standing with one foot on one step and the other foot on the other, completely frozen.
He tried to call his mechanic for help, but found the battery on his mobile run down. He looked frantically at the mirror opposite the staircase, but it was so rusty, it was no good looking at.
With a mighty effort using both hands, he finally managed to reach out for a can of WD 40 that was standing on one of the steps. Unfortunately before he could spray any on his rusty joints, he lost his balance and crushed to the floor.
It was at this point that there was a mighty knock on the door. Who could it be? the fairy queen, or the miss from Switzerland? or his girlfried Marie or Marti (cannot remember the name) ..........
To be continued......any input welcome.........