Holidays complaints emails fire strike morgan
Just back from a week's holiday in Portugal. Went golfing with three pals and revelled in the sunshine. Some nice food, too much wine. Golf was very poor. I need a lesson.
Came back to about 17 million emails - many of them trying to sell me Viagra. My wife and I were in the intitial testing phase for Viagra when they were trialling it. Incredible. Good news is it worked within minutes. Bad news is we aren't welcome in Tesco any more.
Seriously, the email thing is getting me down. When I don't have access I worry about what's in there waiting for me. Actually stoppping me enjoying my holidays worrying about what's in the inbox.
So I could get a Blackberry, or cart my lap top around. But would there be any holidays then? Would a day off really be a day off? We are at the mercy of technology. Helpless addicts sweating about our next fix.
I'm worried too about the fire strike. I was delighted to read whilst abroad that a negotiated solution had been reached, Today it appears to be all back up in the air. This protracted stand-off is doing no one any good. Already the vultures are circling over Merseyside. The national press is desperate for 08 to fail and strike action is more grist to their mill as they hope for a return to the days when Liverpool was a byword for cock-up and corruption. We mustn't give them the satisfaction.
At home Lynne has been unwell and a bit down. Hopefully upcoming hospital appointment will sort her out.
Morgan (3) and Harry (13) go from strength to strength. We have this joke, Morgan and I. She'll say something like: 'Daddy, what will happen if skeletons come into our house?' And I'll say: 'Daddy will punch them on the nose'! And we'll both laugh, and she'll be reassured.
So the other day she says: 'Daddy, what will happen if pirates come into our house?' I replied: 'I will punch them on the nose.' 'Don't worry, daddy,' she urged. 'Because Harry will kick them in the bo***cks'. Little swine had obviously been coaching her for days.
