Shall i talk to myself for a bit.

I am soooo impatient i cant just sit here
waiting for someone to come in.

Ok then.

Yesterday i was talking about Karma. It does happen you know.
I will give you a for instance.

I will do in bits as lappy is not feeling well again. OK.

I shall Begin........

Driving in London one day (i lived in Croydon at the time)

Traffic luckily was moving quite slowly.

A taxi drew up in front of us (i was with my friend Mrs Bucket)

and a man of oriental appearance got out and as he shut the door of the cab
his coat got trapped in the door.

As there were lines of traffic being held up the driver pulled away as fast as he could.

Well my friend and (being the heartless bitches we were )

went into hysterics watching this gentleman running alongside of the cab desperately

trying to extract his coat from the door, all the whole shouting in manderin or some such language.

After about fifty yards the driver of said cab realised something was wrong and stopped.

The oriental chap was red faced and clearly had had the fright of his life.

But us two "Ladies" were still laughing like drains.

We were still laughing when we got home.
Her husband asked what we were laughing at so we explained .

Karma he said.

Pffft said we.

I LOVE you Shem!

(that would have made my day too)

Also love John James, Love Josie. (not as much as I love Shem)

About a month later we went backup town but this time caught the train.

We were going to get a birth certificate from Somerset house, (shows how long ago this was)

and although its (SH) is just around the corner from waterloo station practically, Mrs bucket (who deigned to walk ANYWHERE insisted on a taxi.

I gave in as usual (everybody did, for the life of me i dont know why) so we hailed a cab

well two seconds later we arrived at SH and we got out.

As he drove away (thinking we have a right pair here)

MY coat had got trapped in the door of the taxi.

He was driving quite fast that day and i really had to run for my life.

Mrs Bucket just stood there screaming like a banshee.

I was honestly near collapse when the driver eventually spotted there was some reason why i was running after him.

Long and short of it got home told MR bucket about the events of the day and he said

KARMA.

Thanks lovely i love you too.

It was funny though.

We two could laugh at anything though.

By the way my friends name isn't really mrs bucket , its just what her husband and i called her cos she had delusions of grandeur(?)

I love John and Josie and i really appreciate them.

Hope they will be friends again one day.

you and me to, do yoi think theres any hope left, or its tooooooooooo late

Lol Shem

I have had the funniest life though really.

l have had down times (well who hasn't), strange times, weird times, and really really funny times.

Always been unlucky in love, but really lucky in other aspects of my life.
Oh and very embarressing times.

If anything wild and wonderful is going to happen it always happens to me.

I am laid back very easy going BUT if yah wanna go i'll go.

Lol! I call my Mum that to wind her up!

shem where you going to

Never say never Sue.

Stranger things in heaven and earth than we can ever dream of.

Not going anywhere Sue.

Oh do you mean where was i going that day?

Somerset House where they used to have all the birth and death records. Oh and marriage( though in my case i call them death certificates) .

bet ive been divorced longer than you

How long. I bet iv'e been divorced longer.

in sep 1973, mon 17 burnt my arm 1st degree burns, tues 18th my mum died aged 48, wed 19 got my divorce, have i beat you

You gone Sue?

No i got first divorce in 1966 the next in 1973

I am a very old bird you know.
Last edited by shemarchi : 21-12-2011 at 20:22

no im here

no were sping chickens, im gob smaked

See above.
Sorry about your Mum and your burn .

Poor you. (((( hugs))))